The one time I was vindicated

Nothing much to update.  I am learning that recovery means slowly getting better not ok surgery is done and you have been discharged from the hospital so go about your business.  I wasn't properly prepared that's for sure.

That being said Erik had his weekly clinic visit today and they said he is doing just "fine."  Fine means as expected so I'll take it.

The surgeon texted me the kidney picture.  Except I haven't got it. I am imaging some poor innocent soul out in the world receiving a text from an unknown number that contains a picture of a kidney that has just been attached to a new body.  Seriously I need to find this person.  Hopefully they will respond with a plain and simple "WTH" and the doc will realize he typed the wrong number.  I need this picture people.  I have post transplant party invitations to create.

The highlight of my day was when I brought up the issue of the work release.  Erik has been jumping on his work computer here and there and participating on conference calls.  I oppose this.  Not too silently.

He was told no.  No.  Music to my ears.  They will not issue a work release for at least 2 months post transplant even thought he works from home and even though he claims to feel up to it.  Vindicated.  I won that dispute and I'm not big enough to let it go quietly and without further comment.

Otherwise all is well.  I gave up my I can do everything all day long gig and gave in to reasonableness.  I usually go all out for Christmas:  lights, more lights, garland, more garland, bannisters, sometimes two trees, more lights, tons of crap I didn't need to buy in the first place but I did so it must be displayed for Christmas.  Yeh, not so much.  I have minimal decorations around the house - just larger items that I could carry up and place somewhere.  I don't even have a tree yet.  Nick gets home from school tonight so he will help me get it this weekend.  Whatever.  I did make Christmas cookies because, uhhh, cookies.  Lest you think that I have scrooged out and my children are suffering please know that I am overcompensating with obsessive compulsive online shopping.  Free shipping people.  Free shipping.  It taunts me.