Wednesday was the longest day ever, but we're both here to tell about it. We left the house at 5:30 am to drive to the hospital. My dear sister spent the night, drove us in, then fetched, carried and accompanied us through the long hours. Pat's son was here as well.
When we arrived, we had a short interview with the hospital's media guy. This is the first time a local, four person transplant exchange has been done at this hospital and there'll be some publicity about it after we all recover. Then it was hurry up and wait. My surgery was first so I was taken to the pre-op area and prepared. We looked pretty good to start with.
The next thing I knew, I was in recovery minus one kidney. My sister accompanied me to my regular room when it was time. I tend to get very nauseated from anesthesia and/or pain meds and this was no exception. I didn't feel too bad on the whole.
We waited a long time to hear about Pat. The donor kidney wasn't ready for him until around 3:00 and then the procedure just took a long time. He didn't get up to his room until around 10 pm. All procedures went well and the donor kidneys are working fine.
I do have quite a lot of pain and most of it seems to be residual gas from the laparoscopy. Not pleasant at all. I'm getting up and moving around, though, and looking forward to easier days ahead.