Day +4 was a day of genuine progress. A lot went on and it was an emotional roller-coaster. I was being held together largely by contact with friends and loved ones... and by the near constant physical and emotional support from the staff on Ward 726.
Day +3: Every day is a learning experience; every day is a mini adventure. This is uncharted territory for me and to say that I was unprepared for the call is an understatement. But as I had no preconceptions, I had n choice but to take everything in my stride.
Day +2: It was a day of little drama. I was exhausted. Anyone who knows me well will know that the quiet is usually a great opportunity for me to do some quality overthinking, but I was starting to surprise myself. I had been learning about positive psychology for a few years and on day +2 I put this learning into practice.
Things are starting to calm down. I can't get dressed or get to the toilet unassisted but I'm counting my lucky stars and at this rate, running out of room in the sky.
Anyone who has had a major operation will know that all dignity is left at the door. I warn you that I will include details that may make you squirm, but these are the events as they occurred. Urinary catheters and all.
I am attempting to record my personal experience of kidney transplant in these pages. Memories fade but I am hoping that this will serve as a record of the events as they unfolded for me. It's been a surreal couple of weeks and my life has changed forever as a result.
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