There are some lighter moments in this whole transplant journey. Today both Jen and I had clinic and labs, so all three of us bundled up and hit the HOV lanes at 6:45 am on I66. They drew blood and we individually met with Anne, our post-tranplant nurse.
It was time for some of my staples to come out, so she took maybe 8 out, replacing them with glued-on steri-strips.
Then it was off to IHop for breakfast, then to Staples for some printer supplies, then off to Borders to add to my reading pile of books.
As I may have mentioned before, my GI tract has not completely adjusted to all the new meds, and it's been active, to say the least. And as I walked the isles at the bookstore, the pancake breakfast caught up with me and it was time for a beeline to the restroom.
It was at this point that I found out that Anne had perhaps used too much glue, or it hadn't dried yet when I pulled up my pants at the dr's.
My undershorts were glued on.
After the panic attack subsided, I managed to peel them off the incision, and go about my business. Laughing only hurt.
But it was funny all over again when I related to Michelle and Jen. She also hurt laughing.
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Bob called this morning. There's a campfire tonight at Dan's. I've printed out this heartwarming story to share there. Be assured that we will demonstrate appropriate empathy.
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