Day Two – Three:
I drifted in and out of consciousness... After buzzing the nurses over and over again about my pain, I finally found out that there had been some kind of mix up and someone didn’t give me the pain pump I was supposed to come out of surgery with. That explained the pain. After hours of waiting they eventually brought me the pump but I didn’t find it did anything for me. I think I had gone too long without it.
The rest of the night and the next few days honestly all blended together. I couldn’t fall asleep for four days. I honestly felt I was on the verge of going crazy and I missed my sleep so much. No matter how hard I tried or how many pills they gave me, I just couldn’t fall asleep. I remember having a few problems with the catheter getting blocked and when they took it out the first time I just couldn’t pee so they had to put it back in.
Between resting and napping, Denny and I managed a couple of visits to each other’s rooms. It was funny when I got up and go for walks I would have a burst of energy one minute and then by the time I got to Denny’s room I was absolutely exhausted and didn’t know if I’d be able to hobble back to my room. It was honestly amazing to share the time in hospital with Denny and go and visit her and vent about the latest pains and updates. Looking back now I actually really miss the time in hospital and wish we had a bit longer there just to rest and hang out.
On Thursday, the fourth day, an angel nurse came to visit. I still don’t know if she was real, but she sat by my bed four what felt like an hour and talked to me in the sweetest voice and reassured me what an amazing gift I had given and that I would start to feel better soon, and just to close my eyes and fall asleep. And so I did. And when I woke up on Friday morning I felt amazing, just instantly better. It’s amazing what a bit of sleep can do!
Leaving the hospital:
On Friday morning my nurse said to me that I could go home that day as long as I could pee and poop after the catheter was out. A very determined me managed to do just that so I got the all clear to go home with a huge bag full of lots of different pain relief and anti-nausea medication. I was definitely still pretty sore and couldn’t walk too far without help, but I couldn’t wait to go home and start my recovery. I was thrilled to find out that Denny would also be going home that day so we said our goodbyes and sent each other on our way, ready for the next step getting settled back at home and into a new normality.
Nearly 10 months of tests and just like that….. I was one kidney less and someone out there hopefully, is saved