My coordinator at the Indiana University Transplant Unit, Miss Jane, revised my plan just a little bit. Instead of having three stages to get to GO...there are only two.
At 252 pounds, my living donors and I BOTH can begin the testing and re-testing phase.
At 242 pounds, Dr. Goggins and I will meet again and I will be officially activated and that much closer to transplant.
(At 160 pounds I'm going to launch my career as an internationally famous super model who eats waffles on yachts with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, but...baby steps, Dearies. Baby steps.)
I did really really well over the weekend with a very minimal fluid gain, so the assumption is that I probably actually lost a few more pounds. I came off the scale under my "dry weight", which is a dialysis thing, but no more peeking at the numbers until Friday afternoon.
I will confess that I could very easily eat my arm right about now...Buzzy and all...but coming here and pulling my knickers down is keeping me completely on track. Revealing this most intimate detail of my life to you has finally made me feel completely and totally accountable because I can literally feel you all pulling for me.
(Except, of course, for Betty.)
Time to make the salad, kids. Tonight's selection will include romaine hearts, celery, carrots, red bell pepper, hard boiled eggs, and black pepper. Accompanying this culinary masterpiece will be a lovely little 2019 Crystal Light Lemonade from the Target region.
I probably won't see y'all tomorrow (anesthesia and all), but I promise to take it easy, not drive or operate any heavy machinery, and not sign any legal documents while I'm gone.
Ciao, for now!