Leaving hospital....eventually!

I was really sad in a way when Johanna left on the Monday - felt like I was missing my partner in crime, so to speak. Glad that my grandparents got to meet her before she left though, was nice to see them able to thank her for the brilliant thing she's done for me. On the other hand, I was really pleased that she could get home to her own bed and everything. Felt a bit lonely briefly, but sure enough the bed was filled again within a couple of hours!

On Tuesday I finally had my last tubes removed - my god I hate having a catheter, it's such cruel and unusual punishment having a tube where there really shouldn't be one. Also got my first opportunity to actually check out the scar - it was much wider than I expected, but I am actually oddly proud of it cos it shows what we've done. :) Must get on with planning those tattoos J and I talked about getting. :)

Wednesday morning - doctors rounds first thing and I was told that I could leave once my bloods were back and my creatinine was confirmed as being stable (somewhere around the 120 mark - brilliant!). So lunchtime came and went...

... and dinnertime...

.... then the daytime doctor apologised, saying that all the other bloods were back and he didn't know what the problem was, but he was going home and the night doctor would sort it.

I must admit I had a bit of a sense of humour failure - I hadn't slept a wink the night before and simply couldn't face the thought of another night like it. Just wanted to get home to my bed! This despite me only being six days post-tx so it was already an early discharge, but I was getting rather impatient (which in itself I took to be a sign that I was feeling good).

By 8pm I'd decided I was going to discharge myself, but thankfully I got the results I needed at 9.30 and was home by 10.30. Brilliant. :) Had a celebratory late night pizza with our flatmates and slipped off for a restful sleep.