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Chopped Liver – Green Shirt

June 29, 2011

Hi Guys, sorry it’s been so long – it’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about – all is much the same as before.

But I was having a business meeting today, thankfully with someone I knew very well – although that was only because the client who I have never met, failed to show for an earlier appointment. So anyway we were sitting talking – ’bout business an’ that – when all of a sudden he says to me…

“you seem to be bleeding”!

It’s not a phrase one particularly likes hearing – it’s not one I recall ever hearing – but I heard it today. So I look down at my shirt inside my suit jacket (see? smart boy, too!) and there it is – covered with dark red fresh blood (yes, I know blood usually is dark red – but I called this post Green Shirt, after the Elvis song, no not that Elvis, it wasn’t the colour of the shirt he wore when he was conscripted into the U.S. army, no, not his army shirt at all, plonker, the other Elvis, Costello, from his album… eh, Armed Forces (oh, maybe it was an army shirt after all) – and it was called Green Shirt, but not Red Shirt as would have befitted what I saw as I stared down earlier today – gosh this is getting confusing).

Trouble was I had to go straight to school to pick up wee D and I didn’t have time to go home and sort myself out – what I did was, I got a piece of cloth (that wot i use to clean the car window with) and stuffed halfway down my trousers so that it was sticking up and creating soft absorbent barrier to prevent any blood spoiling my jacket. I closed my jacket – nobody ever closes their suit jacket – well, I dont anyway – but today I did.

So there I was going into the school playground on a very warm day dressed in a dark grey suit, jacket closed and shades. I looked a proper spiv. And guess what? All the mums said – ooh David you look smart today. Needless to say I scarpered with a faint a smile before they got too close.

And when I finally got home – goremongers, this is for you – I undressed (no, not that bit, goremongers), and found that the offending area of my torso that was bleeding was not as I had suspected – my seeping scar – no, it was the area that earlier in the day – as in 6 hours earlier – I had injected myself with Tinzaparin – and it is still bleeding!

And my Warfarin dosage has gone up yet again – to 7 mg – the reason being that my blood is too thick and too likely to clot.

Now you try and figure all that out – I am at a loss. I have to be guided by the experts, but something doesn’t seem quite right – it doesn’t appear that I am clotting easily at all – as my shirt would testify – but I am taking ever-increasing dosages of meds to prevent me clotting.


Chopped Liver – Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine

June 23, 2011

Ask Jim Morrison – I don’t know what it means either.

Unless my goldmine is my new liver – and the accompanying scar tissue around the entry point to that pot of gold.

If that is the case, then yes, there are some pretty (?) weird things going on. One day itching, another day pain. One day bleeding, another calm. Is it healing? Or not?

After 4 and a half months, should I still be having such scar problems? I wouldn’t have thought so – but who am I?

Still it’s taking my mind off worrying about my blood thinning project. My Warfarin dosage is steadily increasing – about a miligram per week – I’m up to 5mg a day now – had been down 2 (or even one, I think) and still making no inroads into my INR increase – which was 1.4 on last count. It needs to be at least 2.0. I am also administering Tinzaparin injections to my stomach on a daily basis – grief – you should see the state of my tummy. There was a time I was concerned about my wee boy seeing my naked torso – I am now too scared to even peak at it myself!

Jim's looking well.

On a positive note – and hey, we must always stay positive peeps, I was out and about yesterday meeting a lot of people, some of whom I hadn’t seen since before my transplant – and they all said how well I looked – so that’s something. I am a firm believer that you are as your are perceived to be. And if I am perceived to be looking well – then I am looking well. So there.

Chopped Liver – And It Stoned Me

May 7, 2011

You may have surmised from the lack of a health report in recent posts that all is going well with my recovery following my Liver Transplant way back in the dim and distant past of almost three months ago. And you would have surmised correctly.

My wound is all but healed. The nurse will make a decision early this week as to whether I will be discharged from their visits – nothing much for them to dress anymore.

Which means that my bile-bag attachment will have been in situ longer than it took my gaping wound to completely heal. It should have been removed after about three weeks.

This is a big week for me in addition to my healing wound I have an appointment on Wednesday to undergo my third attempt at an endoscopy to remove my attachment. I will doubtless be a bit nervous about this event as I certainly don’t want to wake from my drowsy slumber following the endoscopy to find that it is still in place. I have to come off Warfarin from today, go to the hospital on Monday morning for a blood test to see the level of my INR before they decide that I can start my course of Tinzaparin injections prior to the procedure on Wednesday.

Away from my health, I have been with my son at home all week as he has had a bad cold and off school. I’ve taught him how to play Chess and he has taught me Mahjong. And he wanted to read my Chopped Liver blogs going back some days and weeks – of course I didn’t mind doing this, although with some trepidation as I couldn’t remember which, if any of my posts, were for adult eyes only.

Anyway, he really enjoyed them, and laughed in many of the right places too, so at least I have found someone who appreciates my humour. However he did query as to my spelling of the boy’s name Weedy. I said it’s because you’re Wee D. I’m Big D and you’re wee D. So he said, why don’t you spell it “Wee D” then and not Weedy?

Y’know son, I think you’re right – from now on you’re going to be Wee D. Unless I am still writing this when you have grown taller than me, in which case we may have to rethink.

And also, Dad, you shouldn’t start a sentence with “And”. Ok, son – I don’t need to be told how to write a bleedin’ blog, got me? So, get back to your homework – oh, and don’t you start any sentences with “And”.