Back At It

**Thanks everyone for your thoughts, prayers, well wishes and positive vibes for my friends James and Adena.**

Big Scary Monster IV guy

Today was a much better day for me - health wise. The big scary monster IVs used to fight the rejection did quite a number on me the last few days. I was starting to worry until I heard from my post-transplant nurse coordinator (also thanks to Fran for listening to me ramble on and maybe not make sense all of the time, but I guess she's used to that (as is most everybody)).

Apparently the mega powerful IVs give you a huge boost of energy and then bring you crashing down (and here I thought it was simply a Gaga hangover).

I finished the IVs last Thursday and definitely felt a rush of energy on Friday (although I would argue that was half due to Ms. Gaga face), but then felt extremely worn out for the next three days.

Saturday was a wash; Linds and I both felt like we'd been run over by steamrollers. We spent the day lounging and sleeping. Sunday we had good intentions to do something, but after picking up some food from the store, resumed our positions on the couch.

Yesterday I thought I would have my "new chunkers energy" back for sure.

Not at all.

I felt just as craptastic.

I almost, and I repeat almost, felt like I did pre-transplant. I just couldn't get it together. Everything I did at physio was exhausting; I couldn't even do the entire workout.

After physio I had PFTs. Unfortunately, it was a disappointment. I wanted to pull in a higher number than last week; actually had my eye on 85. That sounded like a nice sexy number.

Alas, my new chunkers had other plans. I had a slight set back.

77%

I will admit - I was concerned. My lung function having decreased, along with low energy and a bunch of weird noises coming from inside my chest, made me wonder if the enemy known as rejection was hanging around. Like an annoying guy at a bar who just doesn't get the hint.

I called my post-transplant nurse, explained what was up, and patiently (honestly I was) waited for her to return my call and assuage my worries.

Good news: she did.

It's likely the IVs. This is a first for me as I've never taken a butt kicking like they gave me. They knocked me to the ground.

BUT, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.

Today, my energy was reclaimed. Not only was I able to walk around in an un-zombie like state, but I upped the intensity on the tread.

3.3 mph @ 1.5 incline.

Yup, Squeegee the Superstar.

I should make t-shirts, pens and other memorabilia. You want?

Best part of the day came after physio. While sitting there having coffee with Adena and Lindsay, we saw the freaking coolest thing!

We saw an

come to a screeching halt outside the hospital.

Two paramedics came in rolling a stretcher carrying two

I can only assume that there were ORGANS inside!!!!!

Someones life was possibly saved today. Perhaps even more than one life.

That is the definition of awesome.