The line placement was pretty quick and mostly painless. I'm not looking forward to not being able to take a proper shower (especially in this heat) and I hate the itching from the adhesive on the covering, but otherwise the line is not so bad. It does feel a little odd when they insert it, I swear I could feel the end of it poking something inside my chest when he was manipulating it. The usual tech Sheila wasn't there, but it was the German doctor again. I was a bit surprised he actually remembered me, but a bit disappointed there was no talk of strudel during the procedure this time. Mmmmmm strudel.
After all that was done I went to pick up my Dad at the airport. We hit the grocery store for a few things then grabbed dinner at The Red Door. This is the same place my mom and I went for breakfast on the last trip, and the dinner was just as fabulous as the breakfast. We both had chicken fried prime rib. If you've never had a chicken fried steak with white gravy, please do yourself a favor and do not wait any longer. YUM!
My dad was very pleased the hockey game was on down here and we watched the Bruins kick some Canuck butt. Now it's time to rest up for tomorrow when I get the pleasure of being methodically poisoned...again. A fellow patient was telling me his 2nd transplant was easier than his first. I'm hoping in the least that it won't be any harder!
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