7th Heaven?

7th floor 

I felt like a freaking fantastical mega superstar when I was told "You're moving down to the 7th floor!"

7th floor!

WOW!!!! That meant I was recovering mucho smoothly and that I practically had one foot out the door!! Ya...calm down there sally, you have a ways to go.

First thing I felt when I landed on 7: A crap tonne of delight and disbelief.

I scored a private room.

It was a complete fluke. I did not order one, it just happened to work out that way. Think about the crazy horror stories I would have been able to bombard on all of you though. Shoot...missed opportunity.

Second thing I did once I got my butt settled into my room was start capturing the sweet stuff. Here are 2 examples:

1. Sexiness brought to you from TGH and Transplantland. These bad boys are compression tights, which all transplant patients must wear (and which are put on before surgery). The point is to help prevent blood clots, however I believe they are to attract dates. I got a few winks...course I was delusional most of the time. What you don't see in this picture are the pumps that also go around the tights (picture Michelin man) that are constantly "massaging" you.

Hawt, no?

2. See that 100% down there???? Nope, not a mark on a test...but the most important % of all time! My oxygen function on room air. 

These suckers really know what they're doing. I'm in love. Completely head over heels in love. Hmmmmm...it's cool to be in love with yourself, right?

ET-like creature

Once I had an official room, and one that was mine to keep for awhile, Christmas threw up all over the place.

I couldn't believe it. What a haul. Guys, I continue to be overfreakingwhelmed by all of it. All I did was wait for a transplant, I don't understand why you all think I'm so strong (except, you did see my muscles and that says a lot), I get by with a lotta help from my friends. It's all of you who are incredible and brave. You all stood by me and supported me, instead of slowly slipping away into the background, so as not to deal with the "scary stuff".

You are all crazy important to me. All of your prayers, thoughts, calls, letters, packages, Starbucks cards, well wishes, comments, visits and memories are what got me through and kept me positive, happy and feeling like I could conquer anything in my way.

As I was too busy doing something else this year, I wasn't able to send Christmas cards. So here's mine:

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year, windbag supporters!!!

And our gift to you all:

One big fat kiss right to the face

If you are awake tomorrow between 9:10-9:45 EST, you can check me out on my hometown radio. Here's the link where you can stream it:

http://hankfm.ca/

I need sleep in order to function properly tomorrow on air. Can't wait.

More adventures on 7 to come...