2 Little "Sickys"

McKinley, Mr Incog Nito and i went for a walk in the woods [in the rain] over the weekend.

Technically speaking, i should not have done so, since the mold in the woods right now is high and i am supposed to stay away from mold. My doctors told me that i could hike, but only if i wear a mask. Uhhhh, right. You try hiking with a fricken mask on. Not going to happen. I am so paranoid now about where i can and cannot go and what i can and cannot do. I feel great. Other then getting fatigued pretty quickly (i am sooo out of shape now), i don't feel any different then i did before the transplants. I don't feel like my immune system is infantile, or like i cannot fight off infections, thought i KNOW (from experience) that i cannot. I just use common sense and try and wash my hands as much as i can. Hopefully my white blood cells, drop just a little more, hit their low threshold and then start making white cells (white cells are my infection fighters).

So back to my story about my little puppy. As we were coming inside, we realized McKinley's paw was bleeding; the stairway was covered in blood. Mc sliced open one of his pads on his back right paw and has a "flapper" [for those of you who are not familiar with this term, it is when you skin or shave off some skin, but do not fully cut it off. What is left is a piece of skin "flapping" around]. He has been in a bandage since Saturday and hasn't really been able to walk comfortably on it.
So the two of us, are stuck, in Vermont, waiting until we are able to frolic in the mountains and play outdoors, free of bandages, masks and gloves.