So month five came and passed this week pretty much without a hitch. I had my monthly doctor's visit on Wednesday and everything looks good. Actually, I would typically continue bi-weekly blood draws until month six and continue monthly doctor visits as well. But things looked so good that my doctor put me on the three week blood draw schedule and told me to skip next month's doctor visit and we'll start the bi-monthly visits a bit early. So really good news.
Meanwhile I've gained six Lbs since last month, which I fully attribute to the combination of a regular increase of slices of chocolate cream pie and Pepperidge Farm Lexington Cookies and a total lack of exercise. I'm truly disappointed over the exercise thing because when I first started to feel strong following the transplant I wanted to work out, but the doctors wouldn't let me. And by the time I was able to exercise I was back to work and if you've read my previous post in this journal then you know I've been too burnt out to exercise.
One thing I know is that if I do something for three weeks straight I can very easily add it to my routine. The hard part is finding the three weeks to do something regularly enough to make it routine. Six weeks post transplant would have been a great time, but that's just when I started back to work and I was still restricted from doing any.
So now I occasionally look with a sense of guilt at the 5 Lb weights on my living room floor from the comfort of my couch as I watch that television and think to myself... just do it, but then I tell myself... tomorrow, besides this is a really good show I'm watching.
I will die someday. Most likely from a serious case of pure laziness. I'm a disgrace to my kidney recipient community. I'm disgusting. I have become loathe. I am worse than a fart from the rotting carcass of a flea infested rodent that was thrown up by the dying dog that swallowed it when it was tossed from the moving car of his wife beating owner into the burning sands of a thousand mile desert.
But I'm trying to be better.
Meanwhile I've gained six Lbs since last month, which I fully attribute to the combination of a regular increase of slices of chocolate cream pie and Pepperidge Farm Lexington Cookies and a total lack of exercise. I'm truly disappointed over the exercise thing because when I first started to feel strong following the transplant I wanted to work out, but the doctors wouldn't let me. And by the time I was able to exercise I was back to work and if you've read my previous post in this journal then you know I've been too burnt out to exercise.
One thing I know is that if I do something for three weeks straight I can very easily add it to my routine. The hard part is finding the three weeks to do something regularly enough to make it routine. Six weeks post transplant would have been a great time, but that's just when I started back to work and I was still restricted from doing any.
So now I occasionally look with a sense of guilt at the 5 Lb weights on my living room floor from the comfort of my couch as I watch that television and think to myself... just do it, but then I tell myself... tomorrow, besides this is a really good show I'm watching.
I will die someday. Most likely from a serious case of pure laziness. I'm a disgrace to my kidney recipient community. I'm disgusting. I have become loathe. I am worse than a fart from the rotting carcass of a flea infested rodent that was thrown up by the dying dog that swallowed it when it was tossed from the moving car of his wife beating owner into the burning sands of a thousand mile desert.
But I'm trying to be better.


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