So, 5 days have slipped past since my last blog post, and its fair to say a lot has happened.
I was admitted to ward 305 at QE hospital on Monday 12th February, and on that night, connected to my dialysis machine for what may well be the last time. Earlier that day, I’d been given the very expensive and new fangled ABO treatment (see last post). I followed this by a long walk in the sun down the canal and around the leafy University of Birmingham campus – even managing to pick up a second hand Nick Hornby for a quid from the botanical gardens. As you do.
The prime objective of this expedition however, to find a pub for one last preop pint and bag of dry roasted, sadly proved unsuccessful, and I returned to hospital to meet Kat (who narrowly avoided a humiliating trip to A&E after a falling parking barrier just missed her head), and be admitted to ward 305.
It’s the final countdown. Next Tuesday, all things being well, I’ll be the proud owner of a new kidney. Well, I say new, it’ll actually be one of my mom’s old kidneys (unfortunately, when it comes to transplants, second hand is the only option….).
In fact I’ll have 3 kidneys by the end or the op, they just add one each time – rather than removing any, until you’re bursting at the seams, or something.
Today though, I have the first of numerous appointments. Today, I’m at QE Hospital for a line insertion. This means I’m having a tube inserted into my neck vain, in order for me to receive a pretransplant anti immunity treatment next Monday.
Anyway, I’m going in soon, so will leave it there.