Just a quick update to say I still haven't heard whether the docs think its time for me to list for transplant. I have, however, recently got to the point where I feel like I have done all the possible thinking/talking that can be done in "preparation" for this news. Nothing can be accomplished by this, of course, but its weird how one day I just woke up and felt that the obsessive thinking was over. Sometimes you just have to clear your mind, live your life, and let the world throw its punches.
Saying that, when the call comes I guarantee I will be shaking in my boots, and depending on the answer, will spend a great deal more time in a new thought zone.
In talking so much with fellow sickies.. I think I have begun to understand the usefulness of social workers/psychologists and the like. I have to admit, from a young age I was always wary of them. Maybe because at 12 I was forced to see one regarding my picky eating. Maybe because the whole psychology area already interested me at 12 and I felt that I was on an equal playing field. Whatever it was I didn't see the point. Sometimes, though, things don't need a definitive "cure". Sometimes if someone gently directs you to think something out in a new way, it makes it just a little bit easier to cope, or makes it fall into line and make a little more sense. And sometimes thats just enough to get you through.
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