I found out that Jami and I were a match 1 hour before she got off of work and 3 hours before my husband got home.
ONE HOUR before I could tell anyone. So, here are the thoughts that went through my mind.
I’m going to give someone one my organ.
I might save her life.
My hands are shaking.
Jami, can I send you telepathic messages? Calllllllll meeeeeeeeee.
I need a cookie.
Are my hands shaking or is my phone?
Duh. My hands.
Should I do something? Like, walk somewhere. Or eat something. Or drive.
Yeah. I’m going to drive. To a store.
I can’t think of one single store I normally go to.
I’ll drive to the mall. Yeah. Smart.
Why is that lady looking at me? DOES SHE KNOW?
No. She’s probably looking at me because I look crazy with these shaking hands.
Just walk and act normal. Easy.
WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS?
I’m kind of excited.
I’m kind of scared.
I wish I had a cookie.