Second visit – day 2

Day two was never going to be as simple as day one. The instructions were to have nothing to eat or drink after midnight before the first appointment. Sleeping on my sisters floor wasnt comfortable and it was a fitful night for both me and the wife.

First up was a glucose blood test. Followed by urine then a trip to radiology for a pipe to be inserted into my arm, along with three doses of radioactive dye. When the radiologist said…”you may feel a hot flush, metallic taste in your mouth and you may feel like you have wet yourself” somehow didnt seem particularly reassuring. After a series of scans, I was allowed to eat….cooked breakfast, yay….and then spent most of the day killing time, wandering around the hospital, returning once an hour for further blood tests – they were clearly testing the kidney function of a 7 or 8 hour period.

Towards the end of the day, there was some more radioactive dye and then a gamma radiation scan. Unfortunately, I didnt come out like the hulk!

The wife was feeling increasingly ill and I felt pretty drained so we went back to my sisters place for a rest, something to eat and to wait for rush hour to ease off.

We set off back home around 6.30, and made a quick pit stop in a layby so the wife could throw up. She really wasnt feeling too good. Fortunately, we had a quilt with us, so she curled up in the back, all cocoon like for most of the journey home.

Second visit – day 1

Having passed the initial blood tests – apparently we needed six positives and one specific negative – another set of tests were scheduled over two consecutive days. The hospital were really accommodating about this as normally the tests arent all done together, but its a 4 hour drive each way to the hospital.

Day 1 involved a session with the consultant, the surgeon and blood work. My doctors are seperate from my sister’s, so that one team focuses on what is best for her, and the other (my) team decide what is best and safe for me. It seemed a little strange at first, but I understand the logic and there have been cases in the past where one person has been coerced into donating.

I was very impressed with my consultant. He was a kind of posh speaking, but very down to earth and very straight with me and had a sense of humour too.

My surgeon was completely different, but not in a bad way. Asian, he had been to the Olympics the day before where everyone had been in a “happy bubble” – his words. He confessed to feeling a little worse for wear, but still instilled complete confidence, a completely different character to the consultant and I am sure he will be tip top for the operation itself.

More blood was taken (I thought the practice  of leeching stopped in Victorian times) and I was done by just after lunch time. Result!