One of the big things I have had to deal with since my bilateral lung transplant a little over a year ago is dealing with my new transplant body. There are so many new and different things going on in there, it’s often hard to keep track of it all. Some are awesome (lungs breathing air, for example). Some are not so awesome (almost an infinite supply of random pains I never knew I could ever even have).
And When All Else Fails… Cry
Yeah, I said it. Cry! Why not? Who says crying is weakness? Whoever started that rumor obviously has never tried it because I’m telling you what – it feels great! Sometimes, you just got to get the inside out. And sometimes the only way that’s going to happen is to cry. Cry, cry, cry and cry some more. And afterwards, you’ll feel better. You can pick yourself up, put your plan back into place, and try again. Take it from a newborn, recovering, repressed crier, it really can help. Covering over how you really feel, and faking it for others all the time, even in front of those closest to you, will not help. It will only make you feel more frustrated about what is going on. So let loose! Cry a little. Or a lot.
So, in conclusion, what have I learned about my new transplant body? I HATE ONIONS. I hate them. They are disgusting nastinesss. I do not like the way they smell, taste, and they make me so nauseated when I eat them that I pretty much want to die. One thing down, about a million to go.