tits n’ pricks #8

My mind went blank.  It was completely and utterly lacking in information.  I felt like a right numpty.  It doesn’t matter what an interview is for, my mind will decide that it needs a little holiday.  Today it packed up all the information from a  conversation with Blokey in the car, and took it to Far Away Land. 

*sigh*

I’d just happily acknowledged that I knew all the risks associated with having my left kidney whipped out and packaged neatly into Blokey’s abdomen.  I knew all the risks because everybody mentioned them all the time.  Therefore, it really shouldn’t have been difficult for me to answer the Good Reverend when she asked me what the risks were.

Idiot!

But, we’ve jumped the final hurdle.  Oh, she does have to send a report to the HTA (Human Tissue Authority) and, based on that report, they have to give us their blessing to go ahead (it’s a legal thing) but that should be fairly straight-forward.

Livng Donor Lady was a tad worried about my last bloods, and she wanted me to pee in a pot again (because I haven’t since last August) but Dr. P decided she was worrying for nothing about the blood, and the peeing in a pot wasn’t important. 

I was quite looking forward to peeing in the pot.  Damn that Neph!

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