June 6, 2011

Limbo has become a little boring as of late, every week is devoted to what seems like treatment-filled days and physio. I've transferred to a physio/rehab place closer to home, so that has helped free up a little bit of time. I was feeling great for two weeks, so I developed the hopeful/cocky notion that I would be able to go on 'hold' on the transplant list (exactly what it sounds like, hitting the pause button), and enjoy the bliss that is an unleashed summer. It was a Utopian idea that is starting to get smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror as my lungs take over the wheel and I'm simply a passenger. Sound depressing? Well, it kind of is... but it's not forever.