The doctor’s visit yesterday brought more good news. He further reduced the medications. I’m now only taking about 15 pills a day! That’s about half of what I was taking when I was first discharged, nearly four weeks ago now. The main noticeable effects of the reduced medicine intake is that I am bothered far less often by the occasional nausea and diarrhea. Certainly welcome effects!
He also relaxed some of the rules around the house. I am allowed to bathe now. That’s in addition to showering, perhaps I should add! I can handle the dirty dishes and take out the trash. BF will waste no time putting me to work.
I still have to avoid groups of people, however, which means I won’t be attending the upcoming Bob Dylan concert. I know, I know, he is usually not very good live. Still I would have gone. I saw him one time in Hollywood when he was really on. It keeps you hoping.
While working out today, I felt stronger than any time since entering the hospital. And I could visualize feeling normal again. For the first 18 of the last 19 years the thought that my chronic disease might morph into a life-threatening disease was never buried very deep. I rarely dwelled on it. But I could call it to mind easily enough. Then from last spring onwards, as the planning for the transplant was just beginning, I would wonder to myself where, or if, I would be in a year. I remember telling BF how strange it seemed, how open the future seemed. You make plans, of course. But you also make contingency plans. I planned my memorial service, for example. During the lead up to the transplant it loomed ever present on the horizon of my thinking. That’s all gone now. And I can imagine full health around the corner. That’s also strange in its own way after so long. But wonderfully so.
Rutger Bregman’s Utopia for Realists arrived today in the mail. Witten by a Dutch historian, it was a best-seller in the Netherlands. Apparently it argues that a guaranteed basic income, open borders, and a drastically reduced work week are all possible within the relatively near future. Ever the optimist, I can’t wait to get started on it.