Day -2

Learned today that my stomach doesn't like me on steroids. There goes my (not at all) lifelong dream of becoming a professional bodybuilder, I suppose.

I should really try to write these at normal times (like in the afternoon) when I'm not all doped up on drugs. I feel like I might then have something meaningful to say, because just mentioning what I've done all day (watch a bunch of Mythbusters and Tosh.0, play words with friends, and nap) is not really that thrilling. Also I'd think before I spoke/typed and maybe be less of a nuisance.

They started me back up on the anti-rejection drugs today so I've got three tubes hanging onto me instead of just the saline one. I'm not really sure why they can't connect to each other like the other drugs on my six-prong iv manifold, but the tacro bags have giant neon green stickers on them that say "TACRO" and "non-pvc tubing required." It seems weird that something would interact with pvc and become a not-functional drug. Or also that they found this out somehow. Or that they can't just give it to me in pill form, which definitely has nothing to do with pvc.

It does mean that one of the tubes is much more flexible than the others and I'm kind of afraid that I'll bend it funny and it'll just start spurting everywhere. Probably because I have this fear it won't happen because I'm paying super close attention to everything line-related. The nurses are all in awe over the pacifier-clip Mom got me to keep my lines secured so hopefully I don't have another stitches problem like during the last transplant, which I think is amusing because it's the pedi floor - and surely they have to do lots of securing things to make sure the kids don't pull/yank/trip and fall and have their IVs come out? One of the kids in the playroom was running around today and his mom was trying really hard to keep up with him pushing his pole so he wasn't pulling it with the IV in his arm.