my transplant: It will drive you crazy if you let it - waiting for the transplant people to call with a date for surgery. Waiting to see if I go into high gear then, or stay relaxed. Now hung up waiting for my internist to fax them that I am recovered from pancreatitis. Where is he?
Certain questions lie cloudy in the back of my mind. How long will convalescence take? (Oh god, I could wake up with a dialysis catheter in my neck, the transplant having failed.) What will I be like when I m fully recovered and feel well? A future no one can predict, though I have my intention: I will accept this kidney with profound gratitude. That's the key, that your body/mind not reject it.
But then there are the trivial concerns, like
the spices: Will I finish alphabetizing them and clean the counter up?