So, I finally have the results from my two year (and three month; she’s not on the ball, my LDC) post-donation tests. I’ve also included the one year results in purple.
BP 131/78 (120/76)
Hb 117g/dl (I’m assuming that’s 11.7g/dl otherwise it’s very much increased since last year!) (12.1g/dl)
WBC 8.6 (7.0)
Plt 293 (209)
Na 138mmol/l 140mmol/l
K 4.4mmol/l (4.7mmol/l)
ALT 20u/l (I don’t think I was tested for this last year)
Urea 7.4mmol/l (5.3mmol/l)
Creatinine 60μmol/l (0.68 in AmeriSpeak) (76umol/l)
GFR >60 (79)
No blood or protein in urine dipstick and all other urine tests normal
The recommendations at the bottom (this is the letter which is sent to my GP) state that my blood pressure only just falls into the category for LKDs. *sigh* … my blood pressure has always been so perfect. My Full Blood Count bloods Red Blood Count is 3.78 so falls just below the normal range, as does my Haematocrit which is 0.345. They’d like these repeated the next time I’m visitng my GP.
Other than that I think I’m in fairly good physical health. Mentally, maybe not so …
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Truly. Life is fairly bliss. Blokey had a clinic appointment at Hospital on Wednesday and we waited impatiently for the phone to ring to inform us that there was an issue with Our Kidney and he must whizz to Hospital post-haste.
There was no phone call.
As it stands he was told that his labs back in April had been perfect and his creatinine at 160 (which they’re happy with). He has put on weight, but he was aware of that. I’m not privy to how much, which means it must have been bad. He doesn’t really look too much bigger to me, but hey-ho.
We joined the gym this week and were inducted today.
Please stop laughing.
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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*
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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*
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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*
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