Happy Birthday Ethan! This morning I set my alarm for 5 am so that I could wake up and make cinnamon rolls for Ethan for breakfast. My alarm went off. I was dreaming and totally heard it but incorporated it into my dream. Paul had to wake me up to shut it off. I usually don’t sleep that hard. I made the cinnamon rolls and put a dollop of frosting on them. I served them to Ethan and teased him that I made him “boobs” for breakfast. Ethan is so modest, that he does not find my humor that funny. He is far more mature than I am. He is a tough audience to make laugh. Occasionally I pull it off and it is a sweet reward! Ethan made a passing comment. “Remember last year at this time we sat in urgent care all night”. He said. Last year we did in fact sit at urgent care for about 4 hours. Ethan had a nasty pneumonia and needed x-rays and a couple antibiotics as well as a steroid. “Yay! No Urgent Care on your Birthday….1 year in a row.” We both laughed. It gets so ridiculous that all ...
Ethan and I went to the cardiology office. He went in to have his echo done and I waited in the waiting room. I chose a chair off to the side away from everyone. Apparently I had an invisible sign above my head that said “Please sit as close to me as possible”. All the chairs within a few minutes were full around me. I was planning my exit to the other, vacant side of the room. The guy next to me coughed and then told his wife his stomach hurt. He then started burping. His wife was sniffling like she had to blow her nose. It was like nails on a chalkboard. I never used to be like this pre transplant. I gathered up my things and as non-rudely as I could to get the hell out of the germ cloud that had been brought my way. I can’t have Ethan breathing that sick and burpy air. Ethan came out and shared that they gave him image enhancer for his echo. It is a solution that causes micro bubbles and allows them to see his heart a little clearer.as they gave him the solution, a collec...