Clinic day again, but an earlier than scheduled visit this month after a nasty week. Monday was erased by bad neuropathy in my legs and the subsequent drug induced daze which follows, and the rest of the week has been eaten up by a throat infection and head cold, complete with high fever - which can be worrying in some people, but especially in transplant patients. After leaving an early morning message with my nephrologist, I headed to work feeling ok, only to be summoned to the hospital for blood tests, an x-ray and to be told to not go anywhere except home for the next few days.
I’ve spent the first part of my ‘house arrest’ feeling pretty bored, and it wasn’t until Russ told me it reminded him of my dialysis days that I had a think about life prior to transplant - just 11 months ago. I spent a lot of time not being able to do much more than watch DVDs and so spent time catching up on my favourite TV shows. You would think that spending so much time in hospital would make me want to avoid anything related to it, but one of my favourite shows was “Scrubs”, and so I have spent the past day and a half re-acquainting myself with an old friend.
A particular episode got me thinking, where the main character talks about his heroes and those who he looks up to. I was recently asked to think about this myself, and I have to say, my heroes don’t wear capes - they usually wear lab coats or everyday clothes. They are there when I call out in need - I feel they go above and beyond by seeing me out of hours and allaying any fears, but they just take it as part of their job. They save lives every day, not with brute force, but with brains. These people are my heroes, and I feel they know this when they see the change they have made in me. They know who they are.