Today is day 57 since my transplant. Counting down, there are “only” 43 more to go. I am getting “short” and fervently hope that what is to come is less eventful than the first 57. Read the rest of this entry »

Those of you who turn to my website to find out what is the latest must be wondering what is happening with my otherwise regular (more or less reports.) It is not because these past days contain nothing of interest. I don’t know. Maybe they do and maybe they don’t. To me they have blended into one indistinguishable primal soup. I sleep. My stomach cries out in pain. I hurl up narcotics. My head spins. I sleep. I try to eat but everything tastes funny. It’s day. It’s night. It makes no difference. Read the rest of this entry »

Strike a wooden kitchen match. Let it catch so that the flame is reliable. Hold the opposite end securely with your thumb and forefinger. Jamb the end with the flame into your ear canal. You have just approximated the pain of Zoster-Shingles. Read the rest of this entry »