Hmm, bit of a slip up

I appear to have got a little bit complacent today! Not only did I forget to take my morning dose of cyclosporin after clinic today, I also forgot to take my daytime dose of the other immunosuppressant, *and* then cooked myself some lovely venison for dinner but made it too rare but ate it anyway, which I'm not supposed to have at the moment (they recommend us transplantees eat like pregnant women after surgery, for completely understandable reasons)!

What am I bloody playing at?! Testing myself or something? Rebelling against being so regimented and careful? I can't help feeling like I'm pushing my luck, but in some odd way I'm doing it deliberately and I don't know why. Called the out of hours number in a panic earlier, they reassured me and gave me some instructions to get back on track. I've just managed to scare myself into being more careful in future rather than cause any kind of real setback, hopefully. I fully expect a telling off from the doctor on Wednesday morning, though, and quite right too.

I'm being a lot more careful about my physical recovery; not lifting anything heavy or doing too much, the lady with the hernia I met is a real cautionary tale to me. A couple of hours of activity still leaves me really shaky so there's clearly still quite some way to go yet.

In other news, the aforementioned venison, cooked with blueberries, was glorious; my first foray into new cooking skills was a success! :) Got some mates coming round for dinner twice this week so I have some new things to try for them also. Mmmmm.