...is a bit odd to say the least.
Since transplant, I've had two scares. The first happened while I was still in the hospital. My blood sugar tested over 200 two times in a row. That is an alarm after a pancreas transplant! What it potentially means is that the organ has clotted off, in which case it cannot be saved and has to be removed. When I got the high reading, I didn't cry. I fretted, but didn't cry, or 'freak out', just sat subdued and waited for the ultrasound, gripping Julian's hand tightly. All, in the end, was well. And when I found out, I cried.
Last week, my blood work showed an elevated serum amylase, which can be an indicator of rejection. I welled up a bit with the news, but again, after the initial shock, went on about my life. That was until yesterday when I had new blood work drawn! Then all I could think about was the results! Thankfully, this week's results had a normal serum amylase; again, all was well. And again, I cried.
Apparently I cry at good news more than bad news :)
Posted by sfisher at July 25, 2007 07:24 PM