It was a rather spur-of-the-moment visit.
Without going into detail, on Friday I experienced a symptom I hadn't had before. It was concerning so I called the transplantation center. My kidney transplant was on May 9, and luckily I've had no complications since then.
My nephrologist had me go to the ER, where my daughter, Allegra, and I waited for more than seven hours before learning they wanted to admit me.
We were surprised when they told us that, since an ultrasound had showed no problems with my new kidney.
Since I wasn't in any pain and the staff was busy with many patients coming in, we had to wait in the hallway. It was a perfect place for people watching.
Some of the conversations I couldn't help but overhear were quite interesting.
The best line was when a physician told an older man the procedure he was going to perform would have "no complications except for pain."
Allegra and I were getting punchy at that point and thought that was really amusing.
I finally got into a room at 3 a.m. on the transplant floor.
This was my view this morning:
But all's well that ends well. My nephrologist and the surgeon who performed the transplant visited me this morning and told me they were sending me home! That was a nice surprise. I was expecting more tests.
I have to follow up with another specialist this week. But that's no biggie. One gets used to all this stuff.
