My flights were uneventful, and our group made it to Boston. On our way up here, I was on the plane with a guy from our group who is very large. My heart went out to him. On the first flight they moved the other passenger (he was a good 1/3 into that passenger's seat), and on our next flight they gave him all three seats. I didn't think this was necessary. It is sometimes like people think you can catch being heavy.
I am waiting on a friend from high school, we are going to go to dinner together.
I cannot being to express how I feel like I am coming back from the dead with my second iron transfusion. I had faded so far, I had forgotten what "good" feels like. What I can relate it to was how I felt when I was really heavy. Since I had been over three hundred pounds for most of my twenties, when the weight started coming off, I didn't realize just how good I could feel. I cannot wait to see how much better I feel after I have the remaining six transfusions.