Probably my posts are going to be about living with one kidney for a while. I know you might get bored about hearing about it, but the fact is, I have NOTHING else going on in my life. I am on bed rest, and my day goes like this:
Wake up. Play Online Scrabble. Take pain med that makes it so I never ever poop. Take a nap. Wake up again, watch some netflix (Stargate SG1 is the current flavor), pray that today is the day I get to poop, take another nap, maybe eat something, probably just watch more Netflix and then nap some more.
It’s a stimulating existence to be sure.
But, much more importantly: the surgery went well. I am recovering nicely, and Lefty is pumping away perfectly in my brother. Basically we couldn’t have asked for better. Unless we asked that we both get TWO kidneys and no surgery necessary, but that ship sailed.
Funny thing that happens after Kidney surgery. Suddenly bowel and bladder movements become very very interesting. I’ve never been so happy as I was when I learned my brother was peeing after the surgery. It was a HUGE FUCKING deal. My pee too was a big deal. All the while I was in the hospital, they collected it. Measured it.
The first thing anyone said to me after I woke from the anesthesia was that I peed water, and he’d be happy to have me on ANY desert Island. (true story).
And I may have mentioned how I can’t poop. I may have been all casual about it. But it’s not casual. It is the thing I think about the most in my day. Why oh why can’t I poop. Just once.
Basically. It’s not very big on dignity, donating a kidney.