I had another check up at Big City Hospital this morning. They don't want me back for four months now. My next appointment isn't until May fourth. I got one of the doctors I like, for a change, and he was good enough to let me look through my charts. Everything is well within normal limits, except for the creatinine (which reflects kidney function) was a tad high, as was the level of immunosuppressant in my system. It looks like they may lower the immunosuppressants again, after the results from today's bloodwork are reviewed. That means that the headaches, joint aches, shaking hands and puffy legs may all ease off a bit. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but my fingers are crossed.

The check up may have gone great, but the wait was interminable. I had an 8:30 appointment. I was seen at 10:30. I didn't get to work until after noon. From what I understand, one of the doctors that does the transplant clinic was called away to an emergency surgery, and so they were short-staffed and falling behind. When I finally finished, it was nearly 11:00. I noticed at the checkout window that they had a support group meeting at 12:00 that day. I was sorely tempted to stay for it, but I couldn't justify taking yet more time off of work. If I work a few extra hours each day this week, I should be able to make up the time, and not have to use half a personal day. That plan of attack doesn't allow for any extra time off though.

I feel like I should be writing more, like I should have more to say. I'm still unsettled from last night's news though.