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Here are a few more pics. One is of my friend Nancy and I, the other is the last time Ang came to see me before I came home, and then my favorite guy in the world....Dr. Burt. Let me just say that Dr. Burt really is amazing. The care I received at Nw Memorial Hospital was awesome. The nurses were just dolls...although I did make one cry. Look people my machine beeped all night and she was doing nothing to fix it, so I was a little cranky. Yes, I apologized.
So, Ang came to see me when I went back in the hospital and she would pull her chair over to bed and sit near me and watch tv. On this day that the pic was taken, Nancy, Amy and her mom Ellyn had come to visit and they had left the room for a while to go to lunch with mom. I was not feeling so great that day, so I guess Ang and I decided to nap. We obviously fell asleep holding hands and mom took a pic when they came back.
I had a funny nurse that kept me on my toes...funny story she caught me picking my nose (oh don't act like you never do it) and was giving me hell....well later on she was in to change my iv back and she farted. Yes, outloud. She said oops I just farted. Mom and I just rolled. I would have blamed it on my shoe or something. So anyway, I asked her if Ang and I could cuddle on the little sofa (when I was in before I could not be touched, hugged, kissed bc of cooties) and she said hell yeah she can lay in the bed with you for all I care just no french kissing or having sex. I guess I find all this funny bc when you are stuck in a bed for 4 weeks little things become really funny. So Ang crawled in my bed and we watched tv. It was nice to lie next to her. One lady that checks vitals came in and had a weird look on her face and I am quite sure it was not bc someone was in the bed...more bc she did not know we were together. Pretty funny. Anyway, I am rambling. I am still feeling really good and eating too good. Can't wait for my family to make it down.

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I am hope now as of this past saturday. Coming home made a big difference in not only my attitude, but my appetite as well. I was so ome sick. There was a time I cried all day and the nurse called in someone to talk to me. It is hard to sit in a hospital bed for 4 wks away from your family. Mom was great and took good care of me and I thank God that she had it in her to stay at my side the entire time. Ang came up twice and I know it was hard on her traveling after working, trying to get all the painting done at home before I came back, and all the other duties from taking care of Dom and all the animals. Thank you Ang for always finding the energy to get on a late night plane to come see me for a couple of days. I know the rest of you would have been there if you could have been.
So to let you know a little about what happened.
1. I learned I am allergic to platelets that are not washed first.
2. Any tape they use is not friendly to my skin. Because of this the picc line they put in so that they do not have to stick you all the time got infected and they had to pull it out.
3. I got pneumonia in my left lung after my transplant and was released early despite this...which mom had to turn around and take me back the next day and I got admitted again.
4. So more sticks bc I do not have a picc line.
5. All the antibiotics they are giving me has now given me an intestinal infection called c-diff. C-diff causes the worst shits and vomitting. Fun on top of everything else.
6. So now they tell me another week in the hospital and I should have almost been on my way home to Texas...I am not happy.
7. Stay in and crap 20 times a day and oh yeah had to get another picc line. For those that don't know a picc line is like a big iv that they out in on the inside of your arm up by your bicept that runs from your arm to right above your heart.
8. Ang came to see me the weekend I got discharged. Poor thing left late that night and was not suppose to get in to Dallas till midnight and(thank you sista) and then Ang got her first ever ticket on the way home. Feel so bad for her.

Ok, so I am home and I love it, but it is hard bc I cannot do anything to help out around here. They will not let me clean for 2-3 months at least. I hate watching Ang do everything. I love and have a lot of respect for her and hanging in there when she did not have to.
Nancy and Amy are awesome as ever. Thank you Nancy for talking to mom, taking her out for a drive, and for just being you. I have made two awesome friends that will be dear to me forever. Amy I thank you and your mom for the visits and sorry I was not better comapny at times. I know how hard it is to get the energy to do the small things, so you coming all that way to visit was great.
Thanks for all your prayers. God got me through all of this no doubt.