Not a funny blog today……
I made a recently that will change my life a few others. With much thought and research, I have decided to become an organ donor….while I'm still alive. I have chosen to donate one of my kidneys in the name of a friends' husband so that he will in turn receive someone else's kidney donation. Kind of like a swap, of sorts. My kidneys are healthy, and function to the max (as my nightly multi stumbles to the bathroom can attest), and my Dr says I'm in great health. My request has gone before the transplant board twice for discussion because I take a diuretic for fluid retention and high blood pressure, which I don't believe I actually have. My donor transplant coordinator has been very informing on the before's and after's stuff, although, there is much more to go over if I am chosen.
Starting today, I have stopped my Maxide for 5-6 days, per requests, and I am to take my blood pressure once a day for 8 days, and fax in my log. The transplant board will re-evaluate and make a final decision.
Most of my family (that know right now) is supportive but confused as to why I would under go an unnecessary surgery that will affect my life by leaving me one kidney. I wish I had a logical answer that they could understand, but frankly, I just don't. One of my kids is upset, and will not give her support, and I know she will be angry to hear if I am chosen. But really, what am I to do? You can say that I'm being stupid and impulsive, but honestly, I'm not.
What about the lives that I will be helping; the families that have more time with their loved ones; the impact that my selfless choice will have on a parent, spouse, a child…that cannot take dialysis one more moment because it's just too stressful on their body?
God gave me this body and the choice of freewill. The fact that I am freely wanting to do this, is not wrong. I will not get money or lavish gifts for this. I will get the hospital bill taken care of and the comfort of knowing that I have done my best to help someone in need.
Day #1 Blood pressure check 116/72
Peace, love and fairy dust,
Rhonda
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Getting the boot
My fall from grace the other night, left me with a strained tendon. So, a classy boot has been added to my spectacular wardrobe selection, for the next 2-3 weeks. This is not acceptable. It's hot and heavy, making me delicately perspire, like a fireman fighting a fire. At least it's not broke, so that's something to cheer me up 😕
Monday, March 16, 2015
The Self Sagas - Please, water for the weary…
Am I accident prone? No. A little clumsy at times? Maybe. As I type this, my left middle finger is throbbing for getting it closed in my car door, my right thumb hurts from trying to put up mini blinds in our new house, and my right ankle feels sprang from stepping on something outside.
We have been trying to complete the renovations on our house that we will soon (hopefully) move into. Tonight I had the amazing (not) pleasure of hanging blinds in my daughters room and the guest room. I pull everything out and access the parts, immediately realizing that there are a lot of screws for 1 blind and I already know that I am not going to use them all. Have you ever tried to line that stupid evil screw up with that God forsaken plastic blind bracket without dropping the screw a minimum of 10 times? Surprisingly, it is possible to exceed 10. I'm up on the ladder, begging the hard wear, cursing to person whoever invented these things, sweating tons of unshed tears, and pleading to the screw to please, please go into the wood and not give into the gravity pulling it to the floor. I think I lost weight. Surely, I shed tons of calories after such an intense workout. Did I mention that was only the first of 3 blinds to put up? It was time for some serious motivation in the name of OLD SCHOOL….REO Speedwagon, The Eagles, Journey, Kansas, Aerosmith, Fleetwood Mac and yes, I even pulled out my all time favorite…..BOSTON! This was getting serious. Finally, first window is adorned with a mini blind, a curtain rod and 2 sheer white panel curtains, so I move onto window #2. At this point, I feel dehydration setting in, my glasses keep sliding down my face, my ankle in throbbing and I'm almost positive that my pants are fitting looser. I beg David for cold water. He takes pity on this pitiful hot mess of a wife, and runs to the other house to bring me this cold blessing from God. I would have cried, but I have no more moisture in my body. The 2nd window went easier and fairly fast, Thank the Good Lord! Feeling somewhat refreshed, I hang the last blind in the guest room in a fraction of the time as the last. As I step out of the room and start to turn out the light, I look back at the window in the room and smile. It's hanging straight and I won all 3 battles in under 3 hours. I close the door, and hobble down the hallway. Victory is mine ;)
We have been trying to complete the renovations on our house that we will soon (hopefully) move into. Tonight I had the amazing (not) pleasure of hanging blinds in my daughters room and the guest room. I pull everything out and access the parts, immediately realizing that there are a lot of screws for 1 blind and I already know that I am not going to use them all. Have you ever tried to line that stupid evil screw up with that God forsaken plastic blind bracket without dropping the screw a minimum of 10 times? Surprisingly, it is possible to exceed 10. I'm up on the ladder, begging the hard wear, cursing to person whoever invented these things, sweating tons of unshed tears, and pleading to the screw to please, please go into the wood and not give into the gravity pulling it to the floor. I think I lost weight. Surely, I shed tons of calories after such an intense workout. Did I mention that was only the first of 3 blinds to put up? It was time for some serious motivation in the name of OLD SCHOOL….REO Speedwagon, The Eagles, Journey, Kansas, Aerosmith, Fleetwood Mac and yes, I even pulled out my all time favorite…..BOSTON! This was getting serious. Finally, first window is adorned with a mini blind, a curtain rod and 2 sheer white panel curtains, so I move onto window #2. At this point, I feel dehydration setting in, my glasses keep sliding down my face, my ankle in throbbing and I'm almost positive that my pants are fitting looser. I beg David for cold water. He takes pity on this pitiful hot mess of a wife, and runs to the other house to bring me this cold blessing from God. I would have cried, but I have no more moisture in my body. The 2nd window went easier and fairly fast, Thank the Good Lord! Feeling somewhat refreshed, I hang the last blind in the guest room in a fraction of the time as the last. As I step out of the room and start to turn out the light, I look back at the window in the room and smile. It's hanging straight and I won all 3 battles in under 3 hours. I close the door, and hobble down the hallway. Victory is mine ;)
The Self Sagas - I should have called in sick :/
From 3/11/15
I woke up early for work, took shower, makeup looks flawless, hair looks really good. Kiss hubby goodbye as he sleeps. (Aww, I know right!). Gather my things, spend 10 minutes looking for an umbrella because it's raining horribly ourside. Give up and put a walmart bag on my head. (Did I mention I was having a great hair day?) Porch light bulb was out...couldn't use the light on my phone to find my car in the driveway, so i took one glance before shutting the front door, only to realize that my son parked behind me. Deep breath needed. I run to my car, trying to carrying my purse, my tote bag and hold onto my walmart bag. (I'm still having a great hair day). Once I'm situated in my car, I try squeezing between my husband parked next to me and my son parked behind me. There was no way my little Miata was going to get through. Times ticking, and I need to leave NOW. Scanning for alternate route. My only choice is to cut through the front yard. So, up over the walk way I go, running over my 'confused over the weather, but blooming anyway' daffodils. Sorry little buttercup, but I'm now running late and sacrifices have to be made. I'm doing good, I'm going to make it! But no, the buttercup are vengeful, mid turn towards the driveway, my car slides in the mud and is stuck. I mean really stuck. So, stuck that I had to ask forgiveness for my words. I get out if the car, step in the mud, no walmart bag because at the point, I think my head spun around. Go inside, slamming the door, wake hubby up yelling about the whole situation and that I'm taking my son's vehicle. Out in the rain I go without my walmart bag, move my things and off I go. I call my husband and apologize, I shouldn't have yelled at him. So now, I'm 15 minute past the time I should have left, and reminded myself to drive safe. Arrived at work late, good hair day gone bad. I hate the rain. Frustration is not the way to start your day.
I woke up early for work, took shower, makeup looks flawless, hair looks really good. Kiss hubby goodbye as he sleeps. (Aww, I know right!). Gather my things, spend 10 minutes looking for an umbrella because it's raining horribly ourside. Give up and put a walmart bag on my head. (Did I mention I was having a great hair day?) Porch light bulb was out...couldn't use the light on my phone to find my car in the driveway, so i took one glance before shutting the front door, only to realize that my son parked behind me. Deep breath needed. I run to my car, trying to carrying my purse, my tote bag and hold onto my walmart bag. (I'm still having a great hair day). Once I'm situated in my car, I try squeezing between my husband parked next to me and my son parked behind me. There was no way my little Miata was going to get through. Times ticking, and I need to leave NOW. Scanning for alternate route. My only choice is to cut through the front yard. So, up over the walk way I go, running over my 'confused over the weather, but blooming anyway' daffodils. Sorry little buttercup, but I'm now running late and sacrifices have to be made. I'm doing good, I'm going to make it! But no, the buttercup are vengeful, mid turn towards the driveway, my car slides in the mud and is stuck. I mean really stuck. So, stuck that I had to ask forgiveness for my words. I get out if the car, step in the mud, no walmart bag because at the point, I think my head spun around. Go inside, slamming the door, wake hubby up yelling about the whole situation and that I'm taking my son's vehicle. Out in the rain I go without my walmart bag, move my things and off I go. I call my husband and apologize, I shouldn't have yelled at him. So now, I'm 15 minute past the time I should have left, and reminded myself to drive safe. Arrived at work late, good hair day gone bad. I hate the rain. Frustration is not the way to start your day.
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