Just thought I'd mention a 1-year anniversary of mine, before I take off for a quick vacation to San Diego, before my transplant on the 20th.
For the record: I'll probably be the only person to come back to consciousness after a surgery like a kidney transplant, and resume all the prayers I've started here and now--for Bobby Jameson, who just had a birthday. He's in "recovery" mode at the moment, so he's in my prayers, as is his family. My love and hugs and kisses to all...and I shall resume sending my long-distance hugs, kisses, and prayers when I regain consciousness after my transplant.
Anyway, I'll probably be "afk" ("away from keyboard") most of the next couple of weeks. I plan to take my laptop to the hospital with me, but I don't plan on spending a lot of time online when I'm on my vacation.
So, I thought I'd mention that May 9th is exactly one year since I myself ended up in ICU, for the second time. The first time was last February. Twice in three months, I was in ICU, for peritonitis basically. In May, after continuing to get dizzy and pass out frequently, and after my blood pressure had continued to drop so low that it was a wonder I could walk at all, finally the peritonitis was causing me so much pain that it hurt to uncurl myself into a straight position and walk. So there I was...on the floor...reduced to crawling...curled up so as to lessen the pain as much as I could...but the thing was, I couldn't walk that way. So the South Euclid Fire Dept. had to come carry me into their squad thing and rush me over to Hillcrest Hospital. (If you lived anywhere in the area, even as far out as Chardon, you might remember Hillcrest--in Mayfield Heights). I was on "PD" ("Peritoneal dialysis", if you will recall from earlier posts of mine), so during my stay at Hillcrest, I had to stop "PD" and switch back to hemo, which has been a drag ever since. Apparently when you get peritonitis so many times, you end up not being allowed to be on "PD".
I remember that I had planned on visiting some friends of mine in Chicago...but I didn't get out of the hospital in time for that. So now, those ex-friends of mine don't even believe that I'm for real. I can hardly wait to prove to one and to all that I AM for real!!! Maybe not in person, but for real nonetheless!
I'll try to sneak back tomorrow with one more update for you before I take off.
And this time Tuesday night, I'll be in San Diego, visiting with the one person in the world who is still a true friend, and who has seen me in person, therefore who knows that I am a real person.
Ta-ta for now! ;-)
