I received a letter from my donor's father last week, but forgot to tell you guys. It is so great to hear from him and to exchange words. He expressed that it was hard for him at the year mark of his daughters passing, but he is very thankful that her organs could change and save so many other women across the western area. He was talking about all the good stuff he had been cooking as I tried not to salivate on the paper. I am glad that we can express our words to each other through letter and I hope we can continue to do so.
Went to go see my doctor's at the beginning of the week. I didn't have any concerns expect if I could donate blood. I had 4+ I think blood transfusions when I was in the hospital and now understand the importance to donate blood. Before the many hospital stays I said I worked hard for my blood and I am keeping it all. Now it is a no brainer. Since I am a year out they told me I could and since I am so used to being a pin cushion, what the heck. My next appointment is in 2 months.
On Wednesday I noticed when I woke up it was hard for me to go exercise. Thursday rolls around and my head is like a brick, so I told my boss and when home early. I came home and was out for 3 hours. Even when I woke up I didn't feel that great, but you know me I kept on going. Friday my head was more like a small rock, so a whole lot easier for me to keep up.
Steve and I went to the art festival downtown. We walk around to all the places and sat to hear a few comedians. I didn't exercise that day and I thought I was turning a corner. That night was rough, my head hurt and every time I stood up, my head felt like a thousand bricks. For the life of me, I couldn't find a comfortable position. I was determined to kick this head cold in the butt, so Steve and I went to hike Neff's Canyon. Afterwards, I was beat. This morning is as bad as Saturday morning, but in the end, I am learning that you have your good day and your bad days. Whatever you want to do with those days is up to you. It isn't easy telling myself to get up and move around on my bad days.
As Gordon B. Hinckley said, "You cannot reach your potential alone. You need the help of the Lord."
Went to go see my doctor's at the beginning of the week. I didn't have any concerns expect if I could donate blood. I had 4+ I think blood transfusions when I was in the hospital and now understand the importance to donate blood. Before the many hospital stays I said I worked hard for my blood and I am keeping it all. Now it is a no brainer. Since I am a year out they told me I could and since I am so used to being a pin cushion, what the heck. My next appointment is in 2 months.
On Wednesday I noticed when I woke up it was hard for me to go exercise. Thursday rolls around and my head is like a brick, so I told my boss and when home early. I came home and was out for 3 hours. Even when I woke up I didn't feel that great, but you know me I kept on going. Friday my head was more like a small rock, so a whole lot easier for me to keep up.
Steve and I went to the art festival downtown. We walk around to all the places and sat to hear a few comedians. I didn't exercise that day and I thought I was turning a corner. That night was rough, my head hurt and every time I stood up, my head felt like a thousand bricks. For the life of me, I couldn't find a comfortable position. I was determined to kick this head cold in the butt, so Steve and I went to hike Neff's Canyon. Afterwards, I was beat. This morning is as bad as Saturday morning, but in the end, I am learning that you have your good day and your bad days. Whatever you want to do with those days is up to you. It isn't easy telling myself to get up and move around on my bad days.
As Gordon B. Hinckley said, "You cannot reach your potential alone. You need the help of the Lord."
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