Out with the old

Hey Internet, I have nothing shocking or sexy to report, just some little tid bits to pass along. My doctors visit last week went well. My mom came with me to ask a few question and get some clarification on what exactly 'the list' means. Saying that I am on a list for a transplant is rather misleading. Because the transplant coven looks at not only the people as a whole (how sick they are, what anti-bodies they have, their blood type, etc) but the organ and the person who is donating it, it is better to look at it more a being on chart with many other people. Ever time an organ comes up, the whole list is put on the chart. Quickly people are removed from the chart via automatic dis-qualifiers like blood type. Those those who remain rise higher on the chart as they match capability markers with the transplant organ. Eventually you get a couple of people whom have risen the highest on the chart. Then a few X factors come into play (I'm not positive on what these can be or how they are decided) and they choose who gets the goods. It all comes down to the best match. Which candidate is mostly likely to be a successful transplant. The chart concept isn't exactly how it works, but it is one of the best ways I can explain it. And knowing that when my time comes I will get the best match is reassuring.

The doctor also let me push back my next appointment to Edmonton till the end of April. So my sister might be the one coming up with me rather than my mom. This is not fully out of the goodness of her heart but rather a flimsy pretext to visit friends, which strongly support because they are awesome people. While there I am going to ask them about setting up some kind of photography or video recording of the surgery. Yes I want photographic proof of this happening. A massive scar isn't enough for Peter, I want something to hang on my wall.

And even if you don't like the man, I think it is a good thing that Dick Chainy got a heart transplant. He is going to bring the topic of organ donation and transplant science back into the news and peoples minds, cause ya know lets face it Beiber can only do so much.

I'm here cause I can't go drinking

Several people asked about my blog this week, and it has been almost a month since I posted, so here is my half-assed attempted at an update. It's not whole-assed due to me being distracted by new books and wanting to snap an iPad over my knee(seriously why are you crashing every time I try to search for the fight club soundtrack, applehead bullshit).

Lets us start with the things that are new with me. Something BBBBBAAADDDD that happened(ooo extra spooky) to me was that I developed an ear infection. Just woke up one morning and it felt plugged, similar to when you get out of swimming pool. Having not been in a swimming pool in years, and or even had my morning shower, this lead me to think that something was amiss. After a few days I went to a walk in clinic, and they took care to things. It only took them about 20 minutes to clear out the waxy build up so that they could make a diagnosis. This was some nasty stuff, like massive and colourful and...I wish I had gotten a weight on that thing really. Anyway the doctor there thought I should  go on some antibiotics, so I did. And a week later I was fine.

After finding a friend from high school on the facebooks, and finding she happened to be trained in massage therapy and Reiki healing, I am now doing Reiki a few time a month. This is one of the alternative healing things that I have no issue with try because: It doesn't replace any of my current treatments, doesn't have me taking any addition substances, and includes a lot of deep breathing(something I should be doing anyway). I felt pretty good after the first session so I will keep with it. And as I said Reiki falls firmly in the camp of "it can't hurt to try it".

Otherwise, I wait. I get up, I eat breakfast, I walk on the treadmill, and wait. After lunch I read, clean up a bit, and wait. Waiting is such bullshit. Maybe I'm not doing it right. Should I sit closer to the phone, will they know I waiting harder if I do that? Should I just randomly through out the day say out loud "Okay, I'm ready now"? Maybe if I wish REALLY HARD it will happen sooner. I mean sure it didn't work Christmas presents, easier tests, more pubic hair, making it to the bathroom before vomiting, blind dates not being losers, miracle cures for past illnesses, the resurrection of dead heavy metal artists, a Mc'Rib out of season, less pubic hair, that the smell on the bus not being what I thought I was, or  getting the hell out that jazz concert, but hey it might work this time right?

So that is all the news and whining that is fit to type. Going to see lung doctors next week, doubt they will have anything new to say, but I will let you know if they do. Well this turned out to be rather full-assed after all. Stay classy ladies, fellas...get dirtier.