I walked up the stairs today and was taken back to pre-transplant. This cold is really doing a number on me. I'm short of breath with activity and just plain tired.
It's scary to go back there. To pre-transplant. I don't want that feeling. Ever.
I like my new chunkers. In fact, I love them. They are shiny and beautiful and squeaky clean.
New chunkers: Listen up!
I am not interested in being sick. I'm not interested in being short of breath. I'm really not interested in you having a dinner party with germs and bacteria. So if you could mess off, that'd be great.
Antibiotics: Please do your job. Make me better.
I have things to do.
I have a 5k organ donation walk this Sunday and I don't have time for crustiness.