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“Coronavirus kills 9 people in Washington State”…. “Coronaviruses are common worldwide”… “Chinese doctors perform world’s first double-lung transplant for coronavirus victim”… WHAT THE HELL?! I try my best to hold my tongue and watch my language but everyone is freaking out about COVID-19 but this is hell on earth for all transplant recipients – more so heart patients.
Who would have known I’d be in the emergency room on a random Tuesday just conveniently at 1:08am? Probably you. If you’ve been following me on this wild journey, then you know that I’m a frequent flyer at Abbott Northwestern Hospital. I hate to admit it but I know 90% of the cardiac team by first name and even manage to squeeze in impromptu coffee dates with some while picking up refills of my highly-priced medication.
Here we are again full swing. And to be completely honest with you I’m actually really scared. My birthday is weeks away and it freaks me out that I’ll be TWENTY-FIVE. Can we just rewind to the part where I would run off the bus to watch Lizzie McGuire and only take bathroom breaks during the commercials? If only that was a real possibility, right? Well there is a real possibility in successfully setting goals and achieving them in 2020.
Who am I to say that you shouldn’t be on social media as much as you are? I mean it’s routine for Christ sake. You wake up from the obnoxious sound of your alarm clock and roll over reaching for your phone in hopes of having enough time to get ready for the job that you’re not too excited about. You spend an extra 10 minutes doing thumb aerobics as you scroll through your Instagram feed and refresh the page just one more time to make sure you didn’t miss a specific persons potential story from last night. Continue reading “How Much Is Too Much?”
One of my biggest fears has successfully become my reality. I knew about the possibilities and this was always an acronym that was talked about amongst the doctor visits and kitchen counter top – CMV. How to prevent it, the risks, and all other things involving this disgusting inconvenience were things I knew. But here’s the thing… I never planned for this. CMV never made it to my nightly routine or next Saturday’s plans. How do you even plan for something so uncomfortable? It’s like knowing your destination but referencing a roadmap that doesn’t make sense. CMV was indeed distant cousins to transplant rejection and best friends with misery.
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