T Day

On the Twelfth day of dialysis my doctor gave to me,
Twelve medics operating,
Eleven books to read,
Ten pills a popping,
Nine hours of Big D remaining,
Eight slices of toast,
Seven angelic nurses,
Six effervescent tablets,
Five day course of drugs,
Four digestive biscuits,
Three Kidneys cleaning,
Two feckin big needles,
And a super vein pumping blood.

Big D Session no: 154 was early today, because this is T Day.


It was a long old day.  My live donor was being operated in Manchester and I was able to follow progress from his wife on Twitter.  


It was scary, I cannot begin to explain how life changing this moment can be.  It's a chance at living again.


I got the call at 2:30pm to go down.  You have to psyche yourself up, physically and mentally because this is tough.  I said a word to the man to upstairs, I don't want to die.  I went into the anaesthetist chamber, I remember them saying "right we're just giving you drugs to go to sleep," and the next thing I remember is "Jamie, are you ok?" in the recovery room.


I was back on the ward around 9ish, I was keen to hear how Geoff, my live donor was, but no one seemed to know.  The nurse asked if my parents would know, so I rang them.  They were overjoyed to hear from me, especially in such good spirits.  Although that may have been the morphine.  Lol!