So.
We finally moved house on July 20th, thanks to lots of willing hands and mates n things. Had a couple of days to just start getting ourselves together when G headed back up north for work. Then on the 26th I went in for the liver cyst operation at London Bridge Hospital.
I react badly to general anaesthetic. Just like last time, I woke up and instinctively wanted to get out of bed, which is tough when you can't actually move, having been attached to the bed by tubes and things on all four limbs plus a catheter and an oxygen mask over the face! Poor G had to sit and watch me sleep and cry and generally be useless all weekend. Got out of hospital on the Tuesday, which was great. Had a week and a bit off work to recover, first day back today.
We've done a bit more decorating, and hopefully I'll be able to paint this week while G's away up north.
I feel pretty good at the moment - better than in months, actually. I think I'd really under-estimated how much the liver cyst was affecting me and bringing me down. I've had flashes of feeling really great - almost feels like I don't need the kidney transplant now. Wouldn't it be great if I went off to hospital next week and they said they'd made a mistake and all's well?!
Assuming that's not a possibility though, donor stuff is moving on at a good pace and I may still be on target for the end of September. Eek.

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