It's hard to know exactly what to write, because there's not all that much happening.
When it comes to food, Sam continues to make a commendable effort to eat three meals and a bowl of ice cream every day, even though he still can't really taste anything and has a pretty restricted diet anyway. He's not supposed eat anything uncooked or that might be secretly harboring any nasty bacteria, so that means no fresh fruit, no raw vegetables, and no salad. And because he can't be out and about with the population at large (who are, in all likelihood, carriers of countless virulent bugs and invidious viruses), there's no eating out permitted yet. And yet, despite all these things conspiring against him, Sam's still not shrinking any smaller at the moment. Though he doesn't plan to stay at these current proportions for long, he bought some stylish new shorts for summer from Old Navy. Of course, he can't go out in the sun in them (sun exposure is forbidden after total body irradiation), but a little frolicking in the shade with a hat on might be permitted.
Everything else continues at the usual slow pace. Sam's still on CMV prophylaxis and a large array of other pills, most of which are in standard amber prescription containers, except for the Reglan, which came from the Target pharmacy and is therefore in a fancy, high-design ClearRx bottle. The major weekly activity is still the trip to the hospital for follow-up, but next week we get a double-dose because Sam will be having his first post-transplant PET and CAT scans... just to make sure everything is still neat and tidy. There's no reason to be worried about them, but it's a little bit anxiety-producing, for me at least.
So in the meantime Sam will continue his regimen of hanging out and napping and napping and hanging out.
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