I am such a happy homosapien. I feel like dancing.
K, just did a happy dance.
Why, you ask?
That awful, disgusting, cruel (yet annoyingly necessary) drug prednisone has been lowered (my dose that is).
I'm looking less and less like this:
Prednisone is a steroid and is part of my anti-rejection regime. I'm on the sucker for life. It's best known for creating the "moon face", which is really hawt.
It also takes your appetite from 0-60. Suddenly, I have a love affair with food; as discussed in a past blog. Cheesies anyone??
One has to be careful post-transplant. Pre-transplant I was malnourished; resembling a broomstick with hair. I struggled to gain and had minimal interest in food.
Since the new chunkers were installed, I've gained 18 lbs and have discovered a love for meal time. I am proud to say I am no longer malnourished looking and will likely not blow over in a windstorm.
However, I am still made of sugar and will melt in the rain.