It's the 23rd. Funny how that day of the month didn't used to mean anything, and now it always will. Today is 5 months post transplant. It's funny - in some ways I can tell, and in others, things almost seem like nothing ever happened. Today was a day like any other. I woke up late (I've been having trouble falling asleep and am not sure why). Took my meds, etc. Peter was out in the shed working on his latest franken-mower (he is making one of our lawnmowers remote-controlled using parts from a non-working old wheelchair he got off craigslist), and I realized that it has been a LONG time since I've really be outside.
I but on shorts and a short sleeve top since it was still in the mid 80's, and had a stroll thorugh the yard. Lots of rotten pears on the grass beneath the pear tree, and my garden is completely overgrown. I had such an urge to weed, but I'm not allowed for another 7 months. Peter agreed to go on a walk with me, so we got Stella and walked around the neighborhood for a bit. It was hot out, but not super humid, and I'm hoping this means that I can start to actually get outside again.
Otherwise, I did some reading (I'm onto book 7 of the outlander series now), and it was an easy day. The type of weekend day we often had before tansplant. Some things are different - mostly that I have more energy, more pill alarms, and that I'm holding onto more water weight. Getting comfortable is a little harder, and I think I need to start to working out my abs more to counteract my sore back. I'm starting to think that some of my "water weight" is actual weight from having to eat so much more since surgery. I keep thinking that my increased caloric intake will go away, and some days it does, but others I'm just ravenous.
I think in some ways, the most interesting thing today was that I was just bored. I read, we watched a little tv, I putzed on my phone, but I didn't really have anything to do. I'm recognizing that this is just somewhat my state of being while the we are living in the times of covid, and funny enough am looking forward to tomorrow and needing to work.
I have some creative projects that I could be working on/starting on, but none of them really were making me excited today. It was only really towards the end of the day that I realized it is 5 months later, although if I had really thought about it I would have realized because my prednisone dose went down today.
I'm still waiting to hear from the new coordinator about my biopsy results, but I'm assuming if it was bad they would have reached out already.
So its a big day in some ways, but just a day. Another day of figuring out this new normal being in quarantine. I see less people walking around the neighborhood - I wonder if that is because people have started going more back to their normals. Someone once said to me that things are close to normal 6 months post transplant - given covid, I don't see how that is possible. But I guess I just do what I've been doing- taking it a day at a time. Make progress in my movement/exercise so I feel better than before transplant. We will see what the next month brings.
I also noticed a lot of people walking around in March, April, and May, but not nearly as many any more. I, for one, don't walk around my neighborhood as much. My routine has changed significantly: I actually go to the office every day again (even when I am the only person there). But, I blame the heat more than anything else. It's much nicer to walk in the 70s and low 80s. When it's in the 90s, no one wants to sweat that much just for walking. Now, if you were playing basketball, or mowing the lawn ... you expect to sweat! But sweating just by walking? Yuck.
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