Last night was my 3rd night sleeping in a real bed. This morning was the first time I was able to get out of said bed by myself, without any help! Improvement makes me happy. Granted, I wish I had tried that last night when I woke my mom up at 2am for help. Poor mom. Anyways, I slept pretty rough last night because both of my arms are still so bruised and sore and because I have cut my pain pills way back, I am not getting the coverage that my arms need. I hate to take the strongest pain pill they make though for a bruised arm!
So this morning my dad took me to go get my blood drawn. I asked my mom to call my transplant coordinator while we were gone. I wanted to see if I maybe I could get a prescription for a pain killer that wasn’t as strong (I am on dilaudid, the strongest there is). I wanted to try maybe percocet/oxycodone or something. Instead, my transplant coordinator’s solution for my arm pain was to decrease my blood draws from twice a week to once a week! YAY!!! I can heal from once a week but not so much from twice a week, I blink and it was time to be poked again. There is such a big difference between every 3 days and every 7 days!
On a fun note, being that we were already in Modesto, Coleman was there at our storage unit moving his stuff with his new roommate. I got to finally meet his roommate and good friend (I was always too sick before) and my dad helped them load the moving truck up. Then I finally, after 6 months of being too sick to go to the mall and get mascara, was able to go to the mall and get my waterproof mascara! Improvement =)
Now, to be at home and rest! I can’t tell you how great it feels to have a heating pad on my painful, bruised arms. (And the nurses always told me it was a good sign that my arms were what was bothering me, but I don’t know because it feels like it got ran over a few times by a car!)