Blokey’s transplant clinic is ridiculous really. He goes in, has his weight measured and his blood pressure taken, sees whichever nephrologist gets hold of his folder first, and then he tootles off to have his blood taken. Doesn’t this seem odd? It means that we spend two days waiting anxiously for *that* phone call, the phone call which says, Come back! Hospital is worried about your results! His appointments are always on a Wednesday and we can never truly breathe until it gets to Saturday and we’re phone call free. Wouldn’t it make more sense to have his bloods done first (either the day before, or a week earlier, maybe at the GPs) so that the results can be discussed?
He had an appointment on Wednesday. We haven’t heard anything bad so we assume all is well. He goes back in ten weeks.
*breathing sighs of relief*
(Day 480, NO DIALYSIS!!!)