There was a moment this morning in which I realized I felt normal. I'd had a good night's sleep, no early morning nausea, and a successful breakfast followed by the usual mound of pills.
It didn't hit me right away, though. I didn't recognize what wellness feels like. It feels good. To take advantage of this remarkable state of being, I did a few things around the house, went for a walk with Marty and Turbo, and wrote some emails. I even did some on-line banking.
Maybe I overdid it a bit because now the post-transplant haze is thickening and I'm looking forward to a post-prandial nap. Tomorrow I go to Boston for my weekly clinic visit. I'm hoping my counts are stabilizing and that I won't need any "products."
In the meantime, I'll be monitoring myself for signs of wellness.