I was bloated up like a woman about to give birth and no way to make the delivery.
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Reduce speed but keep on moving.
Getting new lungs is wondrous. It feels like you've been driving an overloaded semi truck in need of maintenance, up a steep hill... When suddenly you're given the keys to an old muscle car and a flat open highway to cut loose on. Sure the muscle car isn't in perfect condition. Its got its quirks.... Continue Reading →
Sputtering to the start
So I've had my second hand lungs for just a little over 8 months and my second hand bus for just a little over a week. And I gotta tell yuh... this is not where I saw my life ever being when I daydreamed as a kid. But I have to admit that even with... Continue Reading →
New Lungs, old bus…
Sooo... I've not updated this blog for a couple months now. Not because anything has gone wrong (Thank the Lord). Nor because I've lost interest in it. But mainly because I didn't want to feel like I was repeating myself. I am truly thankful to everyone involved with saving my life along with all those... Continue Reading →
Borrowed Breaths 