macnicool

went to my sister, it was a blood type incompatible transplant, meaning we were different blood groups, however out kidneys were very close genetically, they score out of 6 for matchiness, and we were 5/6.

after surgery you wake up in a sort of recovery room, and are a bit dopey and you have a person check your vitals almost all the time. don't remember too much of this as they pump you full of morphine before you wake up and give you a buzzer to press that allows you to have intraveneous morphine every 5 minutes. then i got wheeled upstairs and put in a ward. at this point you are feeling okay, so i was making jokes and stuff, as was i for the next day while i was still on morphine. when they take you off, thats when things change. they put me on tramadol and paracetamol, but tramadol made me retch (which hurts like hell as they have cut your tummy muscles). so i got put on oxynorm (oxycodone) and codeine phosphate and paracetamol. even with them, the first week sucks. you can't really concentrate on anything and sleep only comes when you pass out from exhaustion

it was my left kidney, my right accounted for 55% of my total kidney function and my left the other 45%. My right kidney has an accessory artery (which means it has 2 arteries) and my left kidney only had 1, so they took my weak one out.

I was passed out, so I didn't see any unicorns operating on me, although I didn't see any unicorns not operating on me, therefore maybe. ಠ_ಠ bloody unicorns up to their tricks again

it took about a week before i started feeling better. still at this point i couldn't really be bothered to read or do anything, but for some reason, i could watch extras, and that made me feel better. maybe i associated with the lead character (andy millman - ricky gervais) for being so hopeless and rubbish. and i sat there laughing away to extras, and that was the turning point. (i say laugh, not laughing as that hurt way too much, but breathing strangely in accordance with the witnessed hilarity)