Busy, Busy

Today's Schedule:
Donor Coordinator, 10:00: Her job is to keep everyone on the same page.  She double checks all forms and paperwork, faxes all lab orders, tracks test results and appointments, answers all the million questions I come up with, and keeps everything running as smoothly as possible.  She has a masters' degree in nursing.
Dietician, 10:30: Obviously, her job is to make sure I eat well enough to be healthy now and after surgery.  I'm low on protein, so she reccomended eating more almonds, which I love.  This seems like the perfect excuse to make sure I always have almonds in the house.  She also reccomends that I take a multi-vitamin with calcium, since I dislike dairy products of all kinds.  Other than that, no dietary changes need to be made.  Evidently one can live on one kidney, almonds, chocolate, and whatever-the-boys-are-cooking.
Social Worker, 11:00: Her job is to make sure I'm mentally and emotionally capable of making the decision to donate.  She tries to ensure I'm not being coerced or pressured in any way.  She informed me of possible emotional ramifications, including PTSD and increased symptoms of depression.  Not all patients experience these issues, but it is not unheard of, and forewarned is forearmed, right?
AnnMarie, 11:30: Her job is to eat lunch with me, remember being kids at Grandma's, talk about our kids, and generally do all the things a girlfriend/cousin does in my life.
Nephrologist, 2:30: Nephrology is the study and treatment of kidneys.  He confirmed that I'm boringly healthy.  I've been tested for every disease, disorder, and syndrome possible, and all came up negative.  Unfortunately, all tests for super powers also came back negative.  Dang it.
Family Doctor, 4:00: General health check, medication management, and chatting about books and motorcycles.  He's been my doctor for a long, long time and we have found a few common interests over the years.  Discuss plans for medication after surgery in case I need to change anti-depressants.

Tomorrow I see a Donor Advocate, Thursday I have a CT scan, Friday I meet the surgeon.  I'll be so sick of doctors by the time this is over!