Day 1 Post Transplant on the ward,

Me and Mart 18 days post transplant.We had four inches of snow last night.I love the snow it seems to make the world more quieter!

Reflections; Day 1 post transplant

Mart back on the ward am

Day1 Thursday 19thJanuary 2012 post operation.pm

He was quite perky when the kids visited but still had his drain and and catheter in. See how fab he looks at this early stage ...stoic.He couldn't get to see me and I him so he sent me a video message,its on the end of this blog. You know for an engineer hes really up for being physically and emotionally visible throughout this process,I am very proud of him on many levels.He says hes got abit of discomfort around his wounds,bad wind and he feels constricted by his attachments!

Mart seems to be fairing better than me. Thursday 19th January Day1 post transplant afternoon visiting.

Back on the ward. Morphine pump in situ ,basically you can administer your own pain control by pressing a  button,what a wonderful invention. Unfortunately it tends to make me feel pretty sick so used it as little as possible after first day. I am loving the catheter as I can't imagine with the pain having to keep getting out of bed for a wee. As you can see by my bloatedness they've filled me full of fluid in theatre so Marts new kidney doesn't have time to go to sleep and forget what to do. So far no sulking from it.At dinner time Sister' Kid-lash' [kidney variation of Whiplash] gave the command to get out of bed...which with several pushes on that pain relief button proved possible. Empathy's not that useful at this time as sometime you have to just tell folk what to do because its good for them. Staying in bed which I really wanted to do because it was painful to move, increases my chances of getting chest infections and DVTs. I just want to acknowledge the skill and compassion the staff have in getting 'me moving'. 'Sister Kid-lash' was one of many staff who won my deep respect and affection and whom were crucial to my recovery.  

Love the morphine pump!

Jenjen with her beloved Babba .Doesn't he look perky to say he's lost a kidney.

Me looking not so perky! By the way them are not wrinkles on my neck its the invisible sticking plaster that protects a main line  into my neck which is temporarily stitched to beep it in place.Its a funny sensation but useful for measuring fluid pressure around my heart and also for administrating drugs and taking bloods if the cannula in my hand clogs up. I  look ancient although I can acknowledge my body has just gone through a major trauma.

I am indeed Mr Staypuff!

Mart sending a message to me Day1.I really appreciate the phone now. 

Me sending Mart a message Day 1 as neither of us where going anywhere fast.