Day 9 - where's the . . .

Day 9 Friday:

My own special nurse came to see me again at the crack of dawn and we had to wash with my iv line in. No worries for Jules who likes to freak me out by spraying the water into my war wounds. I got onto the exercise machine again today and did 20 minutes which was awesome I had thought I’d do 6 but it gets ok after a while and my legs are the only thing that causes me grief. It’s so totally unimaginable the difference in me. And sometimes I just find myself catching a breath for one minute to realise how magical all this really is even with my shitty tummy.

Ben the doctor who had first seen me on tx night and said I would sail through met me again today and came in to say that this sluggish tummy isn’t anything to worry about and that we will get it kick started.

I had decided today not to moan about my tummy, it was a good tactic Julie as usual made me laugh lots and around 1pm dad came along too. They were heading back to Glasgow today as Dougie was coming to see me and gave them just one night at home with mum and Caitlin. I know they wouldn’t have left if Dougie hadn’t been coming so I had planned to say Dougie was arriving regardless of whether he came along on Friday or Saturday. I said my goodbyes to Julie and dad and felt a bit like it was the end of our first chapter. A wonderful chapter it has been.

Jenny one of the nurses was talking to me about the tx and we spoke about how thankful and grateful me and my family are to the family who gave permission for this to happen I said I would definitely want to get in touch with them and let them know how much it has changed my world.

Later I got a sambucca style enema which funnily enough even though I held it in for two hours didn’t make much difference.

Dougie arrived about 8pm, I went to meet him at the lifts but stood back beside the sterile room as the place had a couple of people walking about and I know Julie would give me into big trouble if she thought I was standing near folk. When Dougie got out the lift I cried, it was so nice to see him after my day. I had been missing Julie’s presence quite a bit. I couldn’t kiss him as he said he thought best not to in case bugs. I know he’s just freaking out. Anyway it was a bit weird at first mainly cos I was gutted the gastro griffin sambucca things hadn’t worked But he asked to see my scars and I warned him about my steroid acne which is situated all over my chest, he was pretty amazed by the scars as I had been when I first seen them, it’s basically just a clam shell scar. He left just before ten and I sent him some lovely wee texts. I always find it hard to see him when I’m in hospital cos it’s so different for me but doesn’t seem to be for him

I had a really rubbish night utterly bloated and feeling terrible. The nurse was lovely and kept asking if I wanted anything but other than a giant pin then nope.