My time in Toronto flew by.
I went through the usual barrage of tests. I was poked, prodded, scanned, etc.
Probably the biggest shocker of the week was when I stepped on the scale. The last time I was weighed I was 117 lbs, so imagine my surprise when up came a...
1, 2, 3.
123 lbs. That's nuts. I haven't weighed this much since high school. Does that make me 18 again?
Health wise the chunkers are looking sexy. My lung function blew out at 96%, which is exactly what it was last time. Yet, I'm determined to reach 100%. I was tested again this week, so I spent the weekend storing up lots of hot air. Sadly, I only reached 94% - I guess my lungs were sleepy, lazy, on sabbatical.
My chunkers turned 6 months old while in Toronto. I didn't realize it was their birthday until late at night. I'm a bad host. However, I celebrated with transplant friends and cheesies.
Have I mentioned how much I love cheesies?
I'm currently dealing with a few post-transplant issues. Number one being my energy level. I walk around with my eyes half shut all the time, I've tried tooth picks...that hurts. I feel as though sometimes I'm walking around in a fog and I just can't break through. It may have something to do with the truck full of medication I'm on.
So I wait for answers.
I wait for energy.