Of course, being me, I would bring home a tummy bug from the hospital to complicate recovery and give me something else to think about apart from leg exercises.
In the typical spirit of ‘why me’? I’ve been asking in my prayers for understanding of why I have to take a tummy bug on board along with everything else.
Of course, the answer has been staring me in the face waiting for me to catch on that it’s OK now and then to slow down completely and just be overwhelmed. That unexpected trip to hospital with a broken hip was not in the ‘recovery from liver transplant’ programme. More like ten hurpling steps backward and a regroup and a recognition that I was overwhelmed by the whole experience on top of the transplant recovery.
I am asking for permission to be underwhelmed for a while and just live my daily life celebrating the ordinary and gradually healing back to myself again. With the sun shining in my new door and the red chrysanthemums blowing in the breeze outside it’s not a big ask.
This year the Liver Transplant Unit in Edinburgh is celebrating 25 years in existence. They’re having a party which I won’t manage, but you can send a donation to their work to: Scottish Liver Transplant Unit, Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh, 51 Little France Crescent, Old Dalkeith Road, Edinburgh EH16 4SA.
My life is testimony that it is money well spent.