It is so refreshing...

To get hospitalized for a problem not related to my lung issues for once. Yes, yet again our hero was plunged back into the icky-ness which is the hospital because the health dropped off. This time it was from very bad dehydration. Apparently you can actually poop yourself sick and not have to live in the third world to do it. After a month of problems with my GI track I bit the bullet and went into see the doctor about it. I was given IV fluids and told to come into the unit if I didn't improve over the weekend. Saturday afternoon I checked into the hospital.
Now this is going to be one of those white whine moments, but I got the one room on the ward that had a broken tv. I should just be happy to have readily avalible world class healthcare and not bitch, but my screaming war gods I wanted to eat my own skin I was so bored. But lucky for me I had all that sample collecting and 'oscopies' to keep my busy. Because nothing says fun like having to wash down your pills with four liters of laxative, it like having to prep for prom all over again.
You might have guessed by now that I can handle myself around the medical types. I know what questions they ask when they want to know about certain conditions and I know what answers are relavent(usually). I know what to look out for with my medical conditions and when to bring them up. I know that if a doc wants to rule out rising blood pressure I can tell him whether or not I have: blurred vision, dizzyness, headaches, and if those things change when I stand or sit. I can get through a medical accessment in about 2 minutes with a brand new doctor, I'm that badass. I was doing just that with one of my lung doctors, but at the end of all the usual questions I got a bit of a curve ball. "So how are the spirits holding up?" I know that my psychological health is a concern for them, it's just that I am rarely just asked straight up about it. Well I should say the question asked and the person asking actaully caring about the answer beyond the initial greeting the question was intended to be. I told him I was doing okay, just hoping that things could start moving forward more. He told me that the hardest part about the transplant was the waiting, most often it is even harder than the recovery at times. The time taken to be a human being to another person goes farther than you think, something to keep in mind durung your day to day life.
After all the tests, and about 4 lost kilograms, the experts are laying the blame on a medication that I have been taking(and tolerating) for years. Turns out that yes a side effect can just jump up out of no where like that. So now that it has been removed and everything else has settled down I am back on the street. This shakes my confidence in the science side of medicine a bit, in that it spotlights that for all the certainty of it, nothing works all the time for everyone. But when the human touch in medicine comes though as it did, the other stuff doesn't get to you as deep.