This week started off with a massive shooting pain in my side and on calling the transplant coordinator they advised me to go to A&E.
Apparently I have a grumpy gall bladder and they won’t do anything about it because they take it out when they do the liver transplant! So lots of pain killers and stuff it is.
Then yesterday was drain day where the doctor who inserted the drain – who I’d seen many times before decided to give me a sermon on not relapsing into alcoholism after the transplant. He was very sheepish when I pointed out if he’d read my notes that he would see my liver failure has nothing to do with alcohol but diabetes and virus and bad luck of genetics.
Idiot.
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