Funny, I thought I would burst into a blog the minute I got back to my apartment on Saturday. A cherished place there was a chance I would never see again. But I haven’t had the urge to write about it. Not yet.
Probably because I still have hanging over me the chance that this will be my prison for some months. For these first days it’s a voluntary confinement because of the risk of infection and with my new liver still at the High Rejection stage. And tomorrow in Magistrate’s Court I will find out if I will be here under Home Detention and for how long. Assuming the magistrate follows through on his earlier indications that I will receive immediate home detention and not jail.
[Plus, I have to keep reminding myself it was only two Wednesdays ago that I was given this amazing second chance at life.]
In my last blog I said:
To start with, with the transplant was only six days ago, I have to pace myself and rest. Be Pavlov’s Dog and do everything the medicos tell me...