I don’t take rejection well, and evidently, neither does my new liver.
Let’s just get down to it. Remember a couple of posts ago when I said I wasn’t feeling well again and I had to make a trip back to Virginia to check in with my doctor? I did that. After him telling me on the initial visit that he wasn’t sure why I wasn’t feeling well because everything looked good (surprise, surprise), I asked him to at least run another blood panel on me while I was there. The next…