Sunday, January 13, 2013

Putting The New Chunkers To Work

The G-man racing around out of control upon my return home:

Tail wag, tongue out, around the corner, slide...
The first night home in my bed was super fantastical. The G-man tried to get me to lift his furry self up onto the bed, but as I can't lift more than 5 lbs at the moment, there was no way I was giving in - I've got precious cargo inside here. I coached him and made him feel like he was Griffin the Wonder Dog, until finally he jumped up.

Keep in mind he can do it, he just prefers to be pampered. Wonder where he gets that from?

Must be Brad.

Let's discuss my sleep. Sleep? What's that? I didn't sleep. Maybe a couple of hours, as I was too busy being excited about, and in awe of, my new blowers. I couldn't believe I was sleeping in my bed, using only TWO pillows (pre-transplant I used at least 6), not wearing the sexy oxygen, not hooked up to my feeding tube (as of right now that's on hold), not coughing, and not breathing like I'd just finished a 10k.

I think I fell asleep around 3:30AM. The good news is that I'm all caught up on the Zombies.

January 8th - 1st day back @ physio

I woke full of energy and crazy.


I get to put these suckers to the test!

I don't think I stopped smiling the entire day. I felt a flood of emotions when I walked into physio. I just looked around and immediately understood I had crossed to the other side; I was living in a whole new world.

I had received my gift, I would live. Yet, being at physio was a commanding reminder that so many people were still in need of their gift. My best buddy Carman; he needs lungs. I wish I could run out and pick him up a set, open my Lung Transplants For Dummies manual, crack him open and get it done.

Instead of words, I believe photos paint a better picture of the day:

Ya? You wanna mess with me?

Stretching my spaghetti legs

My big, fat, liquid-filled feet would only fit in slippers

Fierce squats

Trying hard not to fall and break my face

Carman's "See how sexy I am on a treadmill?" face

Beautiful workout buddy! You're next!

Guys, I need Carman (whom I affectionately refer to as Gramps) to get lungs. We met during our assessment week back in March of 2012. We were listed within 1 week of each other and he and his wife Pamela quickly became two of my best friends. We have an unbreakable bond and one that we share with many others that we've met while listed.

There are still 83 people waiting for lungs in Ontario alone. And that's just lungs. There are many other organs needed. Blood, tissue, etc. Also important to note is that people are added to the list all the time. There will always be a need. 

Check out this article from the Halifax newspaper. I think the reporter, Bev Ware, did an awesome job. 

Here's a news piece from one of my hometown radio stations, including a small clip from an interview. I did an earlier interview with Jonathan (morning show host) on New Years Eve. What a freaking blast. Once I figure out how to post it on here, I will.

Last, keep in mind that I am playing a bit of catch up with my blog, but it's still extremely fabuloso to note that today I am...


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