Part Twenty Nine: Corpus Distraction

A short while ago I returned to St. Louis from my weekend getaway to Corpus Christi. As expected, it turned out to be a wonderful distraction.

I wasn't able to escape the impending surgery completely. The wedding allowed me to be reunited with many dear friends and it was only natural for them to inquire about the upcoming events. We went out for celebratory drinking nearly every night I was there and there were many comments made about how there would be so much alcohol passing through my kidney that my dad would feel drunk after the transplant. Also, every time I ate, I couldn't help but think about how much fun it is going to be going poop on Tuesday.

There was a period, though, on Saturday where I somehow managed to completely forget about the surgery. I spent the day helping the bride's mother prepare for the wedding. I was later rescued from the wedding craziness by my friend Phil and his fantastic puddle pounding rental SUV. As we rode back to the hotel, I glanced down at my right arm and the slowly healing hole from my last crossmatch. Then I remembered Wednesday and it occurred to me that I hadn't thought about it at all that whole day. It was another one of those times where I didn't realize how anxious the situation was making me until I was relieved of it for a little while.

On our last night in Corpus, we watched an installment of Miami Ink, which is a show about tattoo artists in Miami. Sometimes I think I might get a tattoo of a kidney on the left side of my back after I give mine away. I'd probably never have the nerve to do that though...

Of course, who would've ever thought I'd have the nerve to donate a kidney?

Tomorrow, we poop.