This morning I had my second clinic visit at the hospital. I spoke with the nurse about any pain and concerns, we went over my med list, and then I met with the doctor. She looked at my sutures and my trach hole and redressed them. I will be going to clinic every week on Tuesdays for the next 6 weeks or so. I’m glad they’re monitoring me regularly. The best part is that valet parking out front is free with a disability placard. I’m gonna take advantage of that placard as much as I can until it expires.
Tomorrow morning I’m going in for a bronchoscopy. They may also stitch my trach hole while I’m at the hospital. I really don’t want to have stitches in my neck because I’m a pain wimp, even though I know they’ll probably numb me. I’m thinking the numbing will hurt too. Boo. I guess in the long run it’ll be better for me.
For dinner I had a craving for Vietnamese food. Andie came over and we all drove down to the pho place on Irving. I had a bun and nearly finished it. Afterward we walked down to the market to get some fruit, but it was closed. I measured my walk on Irving street and it was 0.29 miles.
I should have walked some more today, but I’ve been having a lot of chest muscle pain, esp. when coughing. I am not a ‘will take medicine at the slightest amount of pain’ person normally – ironic now that I’m on so many meds – but I gave in and just took a low dose of Vicodin in hopes that I will be able to have some relief and fall asleep easier tonight.
Today is exactly 4 weeks since I’ve been transplanted. A lot has happened in the past 4 weeks, but it feels like it was just yesterday.
The good news for the day is that I can now walk down the stairs by myself without needing my sister’s arm for extra support.