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Well, allright! Here I am, chillin' in the TownHouse, and things are going pretty well. Mom and Tanya have been taking care of me, and so far none of us have driven each other batshit. Today was my very first day in four and a half weeks that I didn't have to spend SOME time in the hospital. Almost feel free! Now if only didn't have to take all these pills... How many pills? Funny you should ask. Check it out:
One month's supply, kids. One friggin' month. And doesn't Dr. Salzman just look tickled? She thinks it's funny. Ugh. That bag on the left is filled with the nastiest, godawful disgusting huge slug-grey slabs of nastiness man ever invented. They're the ones that are keeping me alive. Those boxes are full of Cyclosporin, the immunosuppresant. I don't eat those, I get sick and die. So I eat em. I just like to bitch about it. They smell like a skunk. Literally. Ugh. So just what is Trey eating every day post-transplant? Let's check today's menu, shall we?
Fun, huh? Not really. Colorful, but not very fun. Rob, Sid, Christy, Nick, Amy and Becky, I miss you! Lilu, Mickey, Frankie, Micro, Miles & Ella - mrow! |
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