Racing Superman

Meet Superman. He is just down the hall from me. We are both in pain but recovering slowly but surely. We meet up in the halls for our daily walks.  I have four more laps before I hit 12.

Do you like the jersey that I got for him?

The past two days have been about eating, peeing, managing pain, and learning about my new set of medications. It’s a little bit complicated but absolutely crucial that I take my regimen of anti rejection pills as directed. The nurses keep testing me to make sure I am well informed.

I was worried about the side effects of these drugs.  The prednisone works as an anti-rejection and anti-inflammatory medicine but also raised my blood sugar level so I was given insulin shots in the beginning. Eeks.  I did not like those!  But the pain is manageable.  When I’m in bed and not moving I feel no pain.  The process of getting up and out of bed then navigating my way back in is the toughest, which makes bathroom trips a little annoying;  while my wound is healing I have to empty every hour during the day, and every two hours at night.  We don’t want to put pressure on the sutures at the bladder while it heals.

But all in all, my vitals are great, my lab numbers look good, and baby kidney is functioning well.  I will be discharged tomorrow morning.