I've been bored this weekend--more so than normal, and whenever this happens my brain starts to turn strange things over. I could have occupied my time with any number of activities like knitting that baby gift for my friend Heather. (I keep promising myself it will be started and finished before the baby gets here.) I have a book that I picked up to read during transplant on the recommendation of another patient's blog. The spine isn't even creased from being opened. I expressed an interest in learning Vietnamese right before transplant number 2 and fabulous husband that he is, Chris surprised me with a computer program promising fluency in a matter of weeks. Slacker that I am, I've only done 2 lessons and can fluently say cat, dog, and airplane. I'm fluent in a few other phrases involving food, drink, and profanity, but I learned those growing up in a bi-cultural household.
So what did I do all weekend? I honestly couldn't tell you that I did anything physically taxing, but I did do a lot of thinking. Nothing terribly deep, I promise.
I've been obsessing over something for weeks and I can't keep it to myself any longer. Three days a week, I go into ambulatory treatment to get an IV infusion of magnesium and an anti-fungal medicine. A few weeks ago I was in one of the restrooms and noticed something strange in the trashcan. I know it's a bathroom, so one's definition of strange waste could be anything. It was an oatmeal raisin cookie wrapper. You've seen them in vending machines in all of their purple and white glory with a small illustration of a rosy cheeked grandmother offering a tray of sweets. My first thought was, "Who eats in the bathroom?" Then I dismissed myself for being silly. Of course someone just tossed the wrapper in as they were walking by.
Now I'm convinced that someone is eating cookies in the bathrooms. I've found wrappers in every bathroom over the course of a few weeks. No, I am not rooting through trash for evidence or making excuses to go potty. SOMEONE IS EATING COOKIES IN THE BATHROOM! Who goes into a public restroom and cannot wait to rip into a snack? How low must your blood sugar be that you can't wait to step into the hall to have a bite? What is this person thinking? It's driving me insane. Is someone a closet eater? Are they hiding a dirty little secret? Could they find a better hiding place for their habit? Am I just being weird in that I object to consuming food in any bathroom?
Told you I was bored.
In other news, my liver biopsy results are back. The preliminary findings point toward injury related to medication I was taking. The unofficial official word is that it's not GvHD of the liver. It's unofficial because a panel of pathologists has to review the evidence and sign off on it, but my doctor is pleased. So am I. My liver enzymes continue to fall closer to normal levels, so I'm headed in the right direction.
I had physical therapy today and my PT is trying something new. I'm doing progressive sets of exercises rather than repetitive sets. This means that the difficulty of the exercise increases with each subsequent set. Let's just say she handed me my flat heinie. It kicked my butt, but in a good way. I look forward to being sore tomorrow.