Glad you have found my blog, and thank you for the comments. Always nice to get a new reader!
Yes, you are right, and I understand the humor. I think we all have learned to laugh at off-the-wall things! "His" kidney is (or at least was) "my" kidney. And yes, there are times I want to literally slap him upside the head and tell him he needs to take better care of himself and the kidney I gave him.
However, when I made the decision to donate, I also made the decision that once transplanted, it was his kidney. Are there some days I wonder if I would really do it all over again? You betcha, and on those days, I don't feel so amazing . . . but thank you for saying so!
Unfortunately, my husband underwent some mental/psychiatric changes after the transplant that I was not at all prepared for. Some of the anti-rejection meds he will have to take for the rest of his life make his blood sugars run high, and others seem to have taken their toll on his (and my!) mental well-being as well. The anti-anxiety meds he is taking now are probably counteracting another med he has to be on. It is really a vicious cycle, and I wish more people fully realized that an organ transplant is never fully "over."