I've been doing some serious couch time this summer. I spent the whole Tour de France on the couch and at this point most of the Olympics. I am on the couch as I write. It is a good couch. We bought it a couple of years ago at Ikea. It is leather, long enough that I can lie down and comfortable for sitting up. It is starting to feel like an old friend. We've spent some good and some bad times together and it is always there to hold me up. The good news about getting to know the couch so well is that I am able to get out of bed and make it to the couch on a daily basis.
Maybe, if everything goes well, in six or eight months, I will be renewing an old relationship with my road bike and the couch's cushions will be recovering from bearing my weight for so long.
I continue to feel better. Nausea and pain are still my biggest challenges and both are under control enough that I am able to eat and move around the house pretty well. At my lowest weight in the hospital I was down to 141 lbs. I weighed in on Friday at 155, so I am doing my work. It would be nice to put on another 10 before I go in for the transplant on Sept 1. So I'll keep eating Ben and Jerry as I sit on my couch.
My energy is fading so it is time for me to sign off. See you soon. Thanks for reading