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.
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.
After a very strange and subdued COVID-19 spring, yesterday I was admitted to hospital for an operation to have a dialysis fistula formed in my arm.
Today I started my new routine of dialysis from the comfort of my own home. Frequent dialysis is better dialysis, however the treatment provided at the kidney unit really is the minimum they can get away with; roughly the equivalent of a single kidney working at about 5% capacity. Since lockdown I had been receiving … Continue reading Coming Home
It's a quarter to one in the morning and I can't sleep. I was warned this would happen. I lie there and can hear the blood in my veins as it rushes about my head. My sinuses are blocked so I can't breathe properly and when I do sleep - an exhausted, fidgety sleep - … Continue reading Trading Daylight
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