After the Transplant: Post 1
Keith, my mom and I drove into the city. There wasn't much traffic, so it didn't take the usual hour and a half as it does during the day. We checked into the ER, and waited to be taken upstairs to 11 East, the transplant floor. My room was soon ready and we got in. They did the usual vitals check, then stuck me with an IV. Not well I might add - it was placed in my elbow area and was painful, (So much so they had to re do it the next day.) My left arm is still torn up from three different IVs as I have small veins. My mom and Keith fell asleep, but my arm pain and the nervousness kept me up most of the night. I couldn't eat or drink, which really sucked, especially when I found out that surgery would not be until 2 pm the next day.
My dad drove in the next morning after getting my niece and nephew off to school (my sister just started her new job and needed to be in early that day. We basically just hung out while we waited for them to come take me.
Around 1:30/2 pm, they wheeled me to the pre-op room. The nurse was nice enough to let my parents and Keith come in with us (usually it's just 2 people allowed in). After another 30 minutes or so, after speaking with the anesthesiologist and a doctor or two, it was time. My family said our "see you laters" (family superstition) and I went into the operating room. It was super bright with probably 15 people in there at the time. There was someone sitting at a table, with his back to me, working on something. I wondered if it was the kidney? I didn't ask though.
To be continued...