Today marks 100 days (NO DIALYSIS!!!) since my kidney became Our Kidney. It’s also my Big Brother’s 43rd birthday, but that’s by-the-by.
Life is ‘normal’. Or, it’s as normal as it will ever be. It’s nice and we do things without worry.
Except, there’s one minor issue and it will involve a couple of days in Hospital followed by a few weeks off work. Oh yes.
Blokey is bumpy. Well, he has a bulge, quite a prominent one, above Our Kidney. They (Hospital) were convinced it was a collection of fluid, but because of its lack of proximity to Our Kidney they weren’t particularly concerned. Finally Blokey receives an appointment for an ultrasound scan and he dutifully toddled off on Tuesday (Day 98, NO DIALYSIS!!!) to have his belly smeared with cold gunk. This was followed by a regular clinic – howareyouvettingon – appointment on Wednesday (Day 99, NO DIALYSIS!!!) where they kindly informed him of the fact that he has …
… a HERNIA!!!
Hospital told him that the surgeons would want him to lose weight before they could operate. A flabbergasted Blokey went a trifle ballistic (or so he says) and pointed out that he weighs only 2kg more than he did when he received Our Kidney, and – more importantly – this was their cock-up (they should have realised earlier) and he expected them to rectify the situation as quickly as possible.
They agreed. We expect the operation to take place in the next 4-6 weeks. He’s not a Happy Bunny, but I’m relieved that it isn’t something more sinister.
We would complain, but we know it isn’t worth it. The last time there was a major cock-up Dr. Silly Neph advised us to write to PALs, which we did. Then we had a reply from Dr. Silly Neph himself telling us it had been looked into and they were closing ranks.
Apart from that, life is good.