Hilarity at Transplant Clinic
I was down in Newcastle for my 6 month check up yesterday and couldn't really have asked for better results. Blood pressure, oxygen levels, kidney function were top notch, weight was stable and apparently my x-ray (if it weren't for the metal clips) looks like a 'normal' persons x-ray. It's not like me to want to be normal, but in this case it's great news. Best of all was my lung function - for the first time in my entire life I hit the 3litre mark which gives me a lung function of 109%!! Imagine three of those litre coke bottles and compare this to one tiny coke can, which is what I had pre transplant. Wow!
The day itself was really long and drawn out, as we were 2nd last to be seen by the doctor. We arrived just after 7am and left clinic at 12.30. Yawn. Mum however kept me amused all morning, although not deliberately. I will not repeat some of her classic moments which are too embarrassing to even put in writing but believe me, there were many - including pressing the 'help' button at the car park instead of the 'take ticket' one. At one point we were in the waiting room (imagine a room the size of a box room with seats around the walls) and mum was asking me something she had already asked me last week. She then said I should do some memory tests on her. So in the waiting room (where everyone else is silent and reading magazines) I was timing her for one minute on my phone to name as many animals as she could in one minute. For starters most 'normal' people categorise them into groups eg, pets, farm animals, jungle animals when listing them. Mum of course had her own system of trying to do them alphabetically. So she starts.."alligator, antelope, bison, bear, buffoon, cow..." at which point I was like "whoa, wait a minute. Buffoon? What's a buffoon?" "A stupid man" she says. So then of course mum shreaks VERY loudly as she erupts into one of her manic laughing fits, which I couldn't help but join in. I am not sure if it is more amusing she just made up an animal and didn't appear to notice, or that her brain apparently categorises stupid men along side large animals. I know that I am turning into mum, especially when on route to the canteen she said "I dare you to start skipping" and I duly complied. Despite the fact two people were walking immediately behind us. Life is too short.
Other news in is that I am going to be Maid of Honour at my cousin Sarah's wedding! I am delighted :-) No dates are set yet but it is likely to be next spring. Let the planning commence!
It was Fathers day on Sunday so I will leave you with a cute picture from when I was very small. This is Claire on the left, dad then me. I would also like to note that dad got three Fathers day cards - one from me, one from Corey to his Scottish dad and one from Sarah. My card was the best though ;-)
5 comments:
I was still laughing to myself driving home last night at the day's silly antics. Just as well they were censored.It could all have been a reaction to your great results if they hadn't happened whilst we were still awaiting them.Most people will not recognise you as that chubby wee girl in the photo! Mum x
You're a pair of hooligans!!! At least I know why Seb is such a scallywag with such human antics to guide him! ;-) xxx
Hi, Congratulations on your fantastic results! Amazing! Also Congratulations to Sarah and David! Great news and fancy you being Maid of Honour how exciting! Think you need to do more than a memory test on your mum! Scary!! See you soon. PS Don't tell your dad but he looks a bit like Elvis Costello in that photo! lol xx
Love the photo :-) x
Being maid of honour is amazing and something really special to look forward to. My mum and I do made word association games...need to keep occupied somehow. Wow! wow! wow! about your lung function thats brilliant news chick! What a marked difference. It must feel real good...Im so pleased :-)Six monthy reprieve too-get in! Fear I will be scolded and put back to three months :-( but never mind. Seb is holarious love hearing about the advnetures of Seb xxx
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