“Having said that I am not as mentally troubled as I would have been a few years ago. Misfortunes have a certain advantage of making you stronger. Perhaps that is why I have not uninstalled social media apps and alike — my coping mechanism in the previous days.”
Even before the national lockdown, I knew that the next few months are going to be harrowing for me. Intuition. I seem to have a sixth sense.
Walking is necessary for me, for a kidney transplant recipient. What they do is, they cut a big vein which goes through abdomen towards one of the legs, and plant the transplanted graft (kidney) there. Thus I have to keep my legs moving. Else there might be complications like blot clotting (in the graft arteries) and high blood pressure.
There is an added, and perhaps bigger, issue of weight-gain, something which is troubling me nowadays more than it should. I have gained a total of three kgs in two months, two of which came in the last two weeks.
Of course, I am myself to be blamed — I have been eating a lot of peanut butter, and jam. When I walk I can feel the movement of my chest muscles up and down — manboobs are back. I can feel the bag of my stomach sashaying when I move. Good looks aren’t a concern. Everyone wants to look good. But good looks become secondary when it is a…
