If I were someone relatively unfamiliar with my own health and how my body reacts to different things, then I'd be darned confused at this point.

Luckily, I've managed to keep up - barely.

I saw my transplant team last Thursday. I was told by Transplant Doctor A to go ahead and take the antibiotics prescribed by the wacky GYN I saw a week ago Monday. I commenced swallowing pills, and hating myself for taking them on an empty stomach.

Fast forward to yesterday: I saw my 'regular' Nephrologist who wanted to know why in the heck I'm taking so many antibiotics. I proceeded to tell him, while he shook his head in disbelief. Then he told me I didn't need the antibiotics because bleeding = inflammation, and inflammation = bleeding, NOT a reason to need antibiotics.

Yeah, that's what I thought. Take that you other 109081957 doctors who all contradict yourselves!

He also did a lot to reassure me that I'm making the right decision about the scheduled surgery in January and that he believes it's the best option for me. I don't trust most doctors, but I do trust him - especially since he's put up with me for almost 7 years, now. Hearing him say I'm doing the right thing did a lot to ease my mind...

And, the insomnia? I have two new prescriptions of drugs I can't pronounce (not to be taken together, obviously) to try to force myself to sleep. I took one pill (can take up to two) of one kind last night and it didn't do much. Tonight I might try the other one or try taking two of the first.

So, that's the stuff that's up with me. :)

P.S. If you're read to this point (thank you!) will you humor me and visit my other site TO WIN $10 on me...