Chopped Liver – Tonight’s The Night
In the middle of Tuesday Night Bridge Night I get a reverb in my trouser pocket. Not that I like Bridge that much – just that I had left
my phone on mute from a lunchtime meeting. I could so easily have missed THE CALL.
But I didn’t. I and everyone else in the room heard it. And so I drove home – not a pleasant drive I can tell you. despite having had 11 months to prepare for this moment I didn’t have a clue what to do.
I got to the hospital a couple of hours ago and have had countless vials of blood taken, a CT scan and chest X-ray and am now waiting to see if anyone else will pop on with any more damn needles.
The next scheduled episode is to be woken up (as if) at about 5 or 6 where they will have assessed my results and the state of the donated liver.
Spare a thought for the family of poor man or woman who has lost a life to give someone else a chance. Carry a donor card peeps.
B has gone home now. I said bye-bye to my wee boy – they’ll be strong.
B will tell her parents once things are known first thing. Likewise with my mum (gulp).
I expect to be taken into theatre at about 7 and put myself in the hands of others.
I dont expect to be blogging for a while – B may have a go – bear with us.
I should try and get some sleep now.