Clinic visit yesterday

  • departed with Red Cross driver in mini-van at 6:05 am
  • traffic heavy, so 3.5 hours to St. Mike’s Hospital annex on Queen St. East near Yonge
  • blood sugar too high, we have been too light with insulin
  • they believe all my trouble are due to this
  • spoke with dietician re diet  addition to claw back to low vitamins
  • home by 4:15 pm, slow drive to Barrie
  • for various boring small idiotic reasons we had not got me weighed
  • since surgery I dropped from 105 kg to 91.1 kg; too much, too fast
  • extremely tired when home finally; long day.

rate of progress

slower than hell

tender knees…I may have overdone with a simple exerrcise: simply standing up at side of my bed with facing my long low dresser…doing two x twenty standups…set in AM, set in evening.

our long awaited bathroom reno starts Tuesday and lots of small things should take a week.  Really looking forward to end result.

Then purchase two more small book cases for large living room si nce we got rid of some ol askew, cheap tall ones.  We skinnied down the library one more time.


Lots of good things happening.  Kidney working well.  A great donated kidney.  I am incredibly lucky.

Post kidney transplant feelings 

Great fatigue and yet kidney working well. Steroid prescribed but reducing dose raising my blood sugar.  I have started insulin which I was warned about.  Worried my remaining working eye will get badly damaged.   Nervewracking.    Strength slowly coming back but so slow.  Basics are fine.  My spirits are low.  It is much slower than post-open heart surgery on Oct. 1 2015

I am trying to sunbake some positive into my attitude. Not working.  One friend has visited,  but does not live closeby.  I miss my dialysis folk. Never knew quite how much I enjoyed chatting with nurses and patients.
Trying to adjust to new chapter of my life. Wish my balance was not so poor. I go with my walker.  Want to get back to my cane, comfortably moving with it.  Hasn’t happened yet.
Doing much more reading of ebooks and writing in my journal by pen.  I have resumed using a manual portable typewriter. More about that upcoming posts here.


Getting stronger


my left knee needs some work.  Doing some simple exercises to get stronger. Flipping some small handweights too.  I can feel a difference immediately.

High winds today. The bay growling, an angry, mournful sound.

Tomorrow I plan to take a drive with a camera. To see what I can photograph.

Getting good rest.


Kidney working well

not quite as advertised

kidney transplant is good. I am hopeful.

my recovery slow and progressing.

My restarted collection of old portable typewriters coming along nicely.

When I spoke with guys who had rec’d a kidney they all seemed like movie stars bursting with fresh energy.  I am not quite there. Today got to local lab for bloodwork. Smooth enough.  A struggle but done.

Tonight watched some Leafs hockey. Even pulled on my sweater.

I am reading with all the time cawed back from hemodialysis.

I am resting and hanging out with the critters, especially Louise the cat.

tricky, lucky day

this afternoon my sis fell in her bedroom racing to grab a phone call.

she is a kind, strong, celtic-viking Canadian retired RN.

she got herself up.

she is sore but otherwise unhurt.

this transplant recovery

business is not for sissies.

aflter this I prayed harder than I have ever before in my life.

God is good. It is a beautiful night.

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