Taking a lead from Ann (and my friend from Western Mass.), I drove myself to to my transplant center today. The problem with driving yourself, is what do you do if something goes wrong? What if your blood counts are in the toilet and you freak out? What if you get 3 shots and your arms go numb? Well, we have to be fearless. We've been trained for this.
My counts were all good. My gvh of the skin looks better to my doctor so I'm down to 40 mg. of prednisone daily. My blood pressure, however, has been borderline high the last few months (stress?, meds?) so my doctor prescribed an alpha blocker. I'll be going to the Fire Dept. to have my BP checked every few days to see how I'm doing. I just hope the fire fighters aren't too hot, because that could affect my BP. But it could be fun, too.
Tonight I'm going out with my son Mark on a date. We're going to check out a new Italian eatery downtown. I just had a snack because he's running and I'm starving. I can be an embarrassment in the food department. Luckily, when Mark eats, there's no contest.