Home at Last

It is excellent being back. I don't feel quite like myself anymore, but I'm trying to get there. The past few months have taken a lot of weight from me (over 20 lbs), and have pushed me a little beyond a reasonable breaking point. But, what's done is done, and now it's recovery time. Technically, day 100 - the date typically used to mark the end of the transplant process -  isn't until the 4th of Jun, but what's a couple of weeks in the grand scheme of things? Until then, I'm on all the medicine, with a lot of the restrictions I had before. These are increasingly difficult to follow now that I feel 'free'.

It's funny to say, but right now, I'm finding it hardest to be away from the medical system. That safety net is gone, and it's a little unnerving. There's a constant hum of work going on in the background and it can be comforting.  Not that I enjoyed it, but medical care was what I ordered my day around. I'm reordering my priorities.

Having the girls around has been enjoyable. They've been a real source of inspiration, especially on those days when I'm feeling down or a little under the weather.

On Monday, I start back up at work, working remotely. I am looking forward to getting back into the office though.  Can't wait to see you all.

One point of interest (or not) is that I've taken up eating meat.  I must put on some weight if I'm ever to get better, and at some point my personal health interest has to take precedence. I don't know how long I'll keep this up, but Jane is an excellent cook, and she's been able to make food I haven't tasted for 20 years delicious. I'm a lucky man.