Is the nightmare coming true?

Hubby went to have his first annual follow up lab work done this week. No worries, right? He feels okay, looks okay, is okay. Wrong! His creatinine level is elevated. He called and spoke with the transplant folks in Florida, and they are concerned. They will be meeting this Monday to discuss it and decide what needs to be done. Until then, we sit on pins and needles, hoping and praying that nothing has gone wrong. You would think, a year after the donation, this would all be behind us. Even for me, the professional Queen on Impending Doom, this was a surprise. I honestly thought that once we were through all of the recovery process and the complications, well, I thought that was the end. Nothing more to remind us other than a scar. I was so very wrong. As soon as we hear from the folks at the Shands, I'll post an update.

I knew this would happen

Before I truly start this post, let me first say that I don't believe that what I am about to type is rational in any way, it is simply a summary of my feelings, a means of venting my frustration.

We are still battling bills from the transplant. I have repeatedly sent billing information, made phone calls, etc., to no avail. Yesterday I got the first notice from a collection agency. We can't get ahold of Fred because he is in Egypt. So, while our receipient is traveling the world and enjoying himself, we are strapped with thousands of dollars in medical bills and can't even afford to go out for dinner. I told my husband this would happen, he didn't care, he wanted to do what he wanted to do. So far, short of death, almost everything I said would happen has happened. In the scheme of things, we saved a life, but damn, this is so frustrating.

I thought this was simple and to the point. Especially the part about talking it over with your family...