Profile of a transplanted organ reject
Friends, Romans, and fellow LJournalists. Should your transplanted organ get unfairly picked on by your supposed suppressed immune system, here's what you can expect (especially with respect to lungs, of course, being my own specialty). Day one you can expect a high fever, over 41C. Day two you can expect a cavalcade of specialists in white coats... all asking the the same questions, and all demanding different tests. Day one for me was Saturday. So by today I have had 4 x-rays, 3 Scanners, a puncture in the lungs to recover fluids, a bronchoscopy to have a general look around and to gather biopsy material, and an examination of the liver via a hole they punch in your neck (!). The latter leaving me in extreme pain. So today finds me high on morphine and major doses of corticosteroids. Better that than continual pain I suppose. And then there is, of course, the continual sacrificing of goats and chickens (as you know, I don't have an eldest son) to all the gods and godesses that I have ever heard of in appeal that I can get through this one. Pitiful, int it, when you realize that you are not going to go peacefully and with dignity, but kicking and cursin all the way.
A worrying thought has just struck me. The vast majority of my posts appear to be about my health. Does that make me a old hypochondriac.... answers on a postcard please.
Hugs to all that accept them, and a manly slap on the back for those that don't
A worrying thought has just struck me. The vast majority of my posts appear to be about my health. Does that make me a old hypochondriac.... answers on a postcard please.
Hugs to all that accept them, and a manly slap on the back for those that don't