I wrote the following back on the 6th January. I didn’t post it, not because I didn’t want to but because I thought I had.
“Yesterday I finally received the results of my Hospital check-up (only two months and a couple of days after the Event itself.) I am pleased to report that having Googled all the results I *think* I’m pretty much the perfect specimen of Human Being-ness, with my remaining kidney behaving as it should.
*takes a[-nother] bow*
(Day 346, NO DIALYSIS!!!)”
I *think* that I toddled off to check that my results were good before I posted what they were and looked a complete plonker when some wise person pointed out that actually they were a tad skewy.
These were my results:
Blood Pressure 120/76
MSU – normal
Creatinine 76umol/l (equates to 0.86 in AmeriSpeak)
I was a trifle worried about the eGFR but it transpires that I don’t really need to be. My creatinine is near perfect (I think) and they tend to go by this more (I think, again … I’m full of thinking today).
I go back for the second anniversary in October and then I’ll just have to pop to my GP and request renal function tests for years three and four. Year five I’ll be back at Hospital to see the living donor team again. I have no idea what happens at year 6 …
I also have no idea what most of those results above mean, but hey-ho. Life goes on.
We’ve been away this weekend, sampling the delights of the Norfolk coastline and the joy (ha) of spending time together. I realised that I still worry about Blokey’s peeing ability. I went copious amounts of time and he went once (during the day). I expect I’ll always worry about it, which is just another sign that we’ll never be completely free of this; we’ll always be expecting the worst to happen because one day it will happen. We can’t escape that. But won’t it be lovely if it doesn’t happen for thirty years and by the time it does happen some new-fangled research has made life with no kidney function to be a doddle?
*fingers very crossed*
(Day 474, NO DIALYSIS!!!)