I'm ready to get some of my muscles back. I was so excited to get my green card (reminder: yellow-pretransplant, green-posttransplant), it was actually a little scary how happy it made me. Even with everything I've been through, somehow holding the green card made the fact that I made it/am making it through transplant so much more real.
|Yay green sheet!|
At the time it didn't feel like I did much but writing this out, I now appreciate how different it is from before. It's like I've already taken for granted the fact that I don't cough every time I exert myself slightly or feel fatigued or sit around. The exercise wasn't strenuous in any way but it was enough to make me feel as though I'll sleep well tonight.
I totally understand why everyone else post-transplant was annoyingly chipper and all they talked about was how good they felt. Because it feels so good to be able to walk for 20 min and not get short of breath. You just want to tell everyone else to "work as hard as possible now!" and "don't give up!" Or I would if I were the type of person who started conversations with other people. I'll just send them the message telepathically.