Today is our two year kidneyversary.
Yesterday I was a bit of a bitch to Blokey. I make him sad and I make myself sad. I’m going to get it rectified. I tell you only so you don’t think we live a life of bliss. The life of unbliss isn’t connected to the donation and transplant, but sometimes life isn’t all harmony and roses.
But today is a HAPPY DAY! At this moment two years ago I was drifiting in and out of consciousness. It becomes more surreal with every day that passes and sometimes I’m convinced it happened to somebody else.
As it’s also our wedding anniversary on Monday, we’re going out to our local Indian restaurant for a tasty celebratory meal tomorrow night. I might even get tipsy.
Blokey had a three-month clinic appointment on Wednesday. Delectable Dr. Neph, Phwoar! told him to cut one of his anti-rejection drugs (the CellCept I think) from 750mg twice a day to 500mg twice a day. There is no reason for this other than the length of time since the transplant. In a month he has to see the nurse at our GPs surgery for a blood test; *fingers crossed* the decrease doesn’t mess with Our Kidney … I know they wouldn’t decrease it if they were worried, and that the decrease is a good sign, but it’s still a month of worrying until he has his blood tested and the results come back in!
The nurse at the clinic checked his moleyness for signs of cancer. All is well there, too.
I need to have my two year check-up soon. I think I’ll get my smear (*yuck*) out of the way before I arrange that. I can’t have too many medical things going on at once.
Anyhoo, here’s hoping for many more years of blogging about kidneyversaries!
I got flowers from the love of my life today. Feel free to enjoy them with me …
(Day 731, NO DIALYSIS!!!)