……and even more from Tricycle:

The Virtues of Patience

In daily life we experience suffering more often than pleasure. If we are patient, in the sense of taking suffering voluntarily upon ourselves, even if we are not capable of doing this physically, then we will not lose our capacity for judgment. We should remember that if a situation cannot be changed, there is no point in worrying about it. If it can be changed, then there is no need to worry about it either, we should simply go about changing it.

–His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, from The Dalai Lama’s Little Book of Inner Peace (Element)

As of yesterday (Day 3) there were still 3 grade 1’s and the other 11 were all grade 2’s. So….they’re still hanging in there. They don’t check them again until transfer, but they will be calling me with my transfer schedule. So…….there’s that for progress.

And yet for some reason, I stomped around yesterday like a bear with a sore tooth. I just can’t get it in gear and get prepped for my 3-day couch-fest. The house is a disaster, the laundry (clean and dirty) is all over the place – I’m seriously going to buy some more panties on the way home because I don’t want to be stuck without clean underwear. What did I do to prep for the upcoming festivities? I sat on the heating pad and played Fallout 3 (XBox game) all day. Perhaps because my butt hurts and I needed a mental health moment. I emerged for Chinese take-out, restroom breaks and to yell at D. It was almost like I was practicing for after the transfer. Well, hopefully that’ll take place without the yelling. Although by day 3, who knows?

So…….here I am. Guardedly optimistic. All this good news just means that I’ve landed in the good statistics pool, but it’s still a bell curve. “Looking good” doesn’t mean “everything will be fine”, as all of us know. I’m thinking about all of you out there, fighting whatever battles you’re in at the moment – this road is just so hard. So……group hug, everyone.

Good luck and good wishes to us all.

Another foot picture!!

Another foot picture!!

* I just thought of something. I didn’t call my clinic ONCE to check on this donor’s progress. Not once. I figured if there was a problem, they’d call. That wasn’t planned. Maybe I was just so sick of trying to control anything at all that I totally chucked the reins as soon as I could. Hm. That could be contributing to my feeling of Zen about all this transfer. Of course, then I’ll be a screaming bitch afterwards. So it goes….*