On Hold
Waiting for a new lung is tiring. There's always a bit of something in the back of your head saying, "be careful, it could happen tonight. Make sure you are in pager range". It is always there, always a possibility. On top of it, work has just been exhausting lately. I haven't had any kind of real vacation in months, maybe even over a year. So I'm taking four days off this and next week to just relax. I don't even know what I'm doing yet, but if possible I'm going to try and get out of town. I'm not even sure where I'd go, but I want the option to just go and not have to worry about a thing. So I called the transplant office this morning and said, "don't call me from now until a week from wednesday.
Of course now the pressure is on for me to find something interesting to do. :)
