Chapter 6: Father and Daughter complications
February 5th 2007 16:38
A Kidney Transplant can be difficult and emotional for both the donor and recipient. Add the puberty into the mix of high steroids and things can get ugly. I was 10 when I received one of my fathers kidneys. There was no surgical complications. But as the family joke goes I walked into the hospital and rolled out. I joked with my mom I looked more like her now.
My weight gain from 95 pounds to 160 plus pounds wasn’t funny for long. The medication I was on caused mood swings. I was also starting to go through puberty so the mood swings were doubled. I would cry for practically no reason. Then I would be laugh in the next few minutes because I could believe what I was crying over.
My dad’s joking didn’t help. When he wanted something like a Pepsi out of the refrigerator he would call me from my room where I was working on home work and ask me to get the Pepsi for him. He would lift up his shirt and say, “look what I did for you. Can you get me a Pepsi.” I would cry over this and complain to my mother especially when I was overwhelmed with homework. My mom would get on his case, but he thought it was funny.
His jokes got worse when I was trying to loose weight. I hated my picture. I thought I was truly ugly and some kids at school were making fun of my weight. It is hard to explain that the medicine you take stimulates your hunger and you never feel full. My Dad even said, just don’t eat. He fasted and would loose lots of weight. Then when he gained it back he would fast again. When I would go to eat a second helping he would say, “do you really need that?”. It would make me cry again, but I wouldn’t eat the second helping.
I started a really bad binge diet. I would fast all day and eat whatever I wanted for dinner. My Dad would still get on my case from time to time and I would throw the food at him and go to my room crying. Even if he or my brother asked me for a bite of whatever I had I would just get mad and give them the whole thing. I thought since I fasted and this was the only food I was allowing myself I should get to eat it in peace and they should not have been bothering me.
My emotions were unbalances, but they were unbalanced when it came to food. I am very glad my Dad got on my case as much as he did. I was down to a size 10 when I got to Junior high school. I was comfortable when I got to size 5. But I still lost weight down to a maybe unhealthy size 3 in high school. I also grew a foot after my transplant. But that’s the last growth spirt I had. I am now 4ft 9in.
My weight gain from 95 pounds to 160 plus pounds wasn’t funny for long. The medication I was on caused mood swings. I was also starting to go through puberty so the mood swings were doubled. I would cry for practically no reason. Then I would be laugh in the next few minutes because I could believe what I was crying over.
My dad’s joking didn’t help. When he wanted something like a Pepsi out of the refrigerator he would call me from my room where I was working on home work and ask me to get the Pepsi for him. He would lift up his shirt and say, “look what I did for you. Can you get me a Pepsi.” I would cry over this and complain to my mother especially when I was overwhelmed with homework. My mom would get on his case, but he thought it was funny.
His jokes got worse when I was trying to loose weight. I hated my picture. I thought I was truly ugly and some kids at school were making fun of my weight. It is hard to explain that the medicine you take stimulates your hunger and you never feel full. My Dad even said, just don’t eat. He fasted and would loose lots of weight. Then when he gained it back he would fast again. When I would go to eat a second helping he would say, “do you really need that?”. It would make me cry again, but I wouldn’t eat the second helping.
I started a really bad binge diet. I would fast all day and eat whatever I wanted for dinner. My Dad would still get on my case from time to time and I would throw the food at him and go to my room crying. Even if he or my brother asked me for a bite of whatever I had I would just get mad and give them the whole thing. I thought since I fasted and this was the only food I was allowing myself I should get to eat it in peace and they should not have been bothering me.
My emotions were unbalances, but they were unbalanced when it came to food. I am very glad my Dad got on my case as much as he did. I was down to a size 10 when I got to Junior high school. I was comfortable when I got to size 5. But I still lost weight down to a maybe unhealthy size 3 in high school. I also grew a foot after my transplant. But that’s the last growth spirt I had. I am now 4ft 9in.
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