Feeling a little better

My hips and back are feeling a little better this week.  The fatigue is still pretty major, but I need to remember that my body has been through another shit storm and it will take some time.  I know it may never get better, so I'll just use it as an excuse to be lazy and watch TV.  Speaking of TV, for those of you who don't know me very well or at all, I am a major fan of ghost hunting shows.  Maybe I was preparing myself just in case things didn't turn out well with my last transplant, so I could haunt the shit out of people who had pissed me off!! BOO!  There was a show called Ghost Hunters and I was such a huge fan that Wednesdays were called Ghost Hunter day and we even went to see the guys on the show twice. The show went off the air a few years ago and I went through withdrawal.  Here's the big news...each one of the lead guys are coming out with new ghost hunting shows.  I'm so excited that I can barely contain myself.  TWO new shows!!  👻👻

That whole thing about ghosts really came out of left field, but I just write what pops into my head.  Well, not everything because that would be very disturbing to most people.  Lately, I've been thinking about my donor quite a bit.  My taste is still a little off and now I'm wondering if it's because of my new cells.  Pizza is not something I love anymore.  My favorite foods used to be cheeseburgers and tacos (I think I said that once before) and now I'm not much of a fan of either. I used to be able to put massive amounts of tacos down my pie hole and now I'll eat a couple and not love them. It's the weirdest thing. Yes, I still love soup! I wonder what Hans enjoys eating.  I also wonder what he looks like. 

My hair is still a travesty and I call it my Fred Mertz hair (google "I Love Lucy" if you don't know who he is).  It's a sad situation, but there are strands of hair in certain spots that are coming in black.  Even when I was young, my hair was brown, so this is very interesting.  I do miss my own hair, but the bottom line is, there is nothing I can do about it.  I'm just making the best of it.  The up side is that I can shower in like 7 minutes,  I can change my hair whenever I want to without having to live with a bad decision and I look kind of cute in a baseball cap. I can't wear fake hair while I'm cooking, because it will melt, which would really not be a good look.  I'm sure there are great quality wigs that it doesn't happen to, but I'm not buying them.  They can be thousands of dollars.  Anyway, back to Hans and how the hair thing ramble began, I think he has black curly hair.  I'm guessing that he is about 5'8" tall and a slender build and hazel eyes, leaning more toward green.  This is what I picture and I could be completely off base, but that's what I see in my minds eye.  My curiosity about him builds every day. I may never meet him, but I would like to know some details, if nothing else.  10 months to go before I can ask if he wants to be in contact with me.  Some donors say no.  That would be a little sad.  He's actually done more than enough for me, so it would be icing on the cake to be in touch with him.

Update on the bad dog:
Her new nickname is Shady, because that's what she is.  We started her on a new medication and she's doing much better.  She's more relaxed and not in a constant state of anxiety.  She seems happier and I think she's putting on some weight.  Her nightmares are also lessening.  All in all, we've seen progress.
She's demanding belly rubs this very minute.

Peace out Peeps

Sadie on the left and Jimmy on the right (he looks good for being 15 yrs old)