Friday, May 14th 2010
Just For Something New…… More Tests – Well, I’d pretty much recovered from my nephrectomy by now. I was sitting up out of bed, I was eating properly and the other end was working. So I really had to get my mind around having another surgery, especially a big open one.
But I didn’t have much time to think about it. Once an operation is booked, a million little soldier ants go into frenzied action. It was amazing. I don’t remember the order now, but I had someone come in and take blood tests, and then an orderly came and took me down to the Nuclear Medicine Department – a strange name which conjures up all sorts of images, doesn’t it? There they injected some sort of … well .. nuclear shit, I guess .. into my groin, which made me feel rather .. um .. nuclear. And then they proceeded to do some kind of test on my veins and arteries. I’m really not sure what the reason was for this test, as by now I’d become a little resigned to being a lab rat, and just kinda turned off whenever they started explaining stuff.
When I got back to my room, I had some more blood tests and some paperwork to fill in, and then a little bladder scan, and then finally … some more blood tests.
Jan, the Orderly – The only bright spot of the day was meeting Jan (pronounced Yaan). He must’ve been in his 40s or 50s, had a slight European accent, shoulder length dark grey hair kept tied in a pony tail, and a wicked sense of humour. To tell you the truth, I can’t actually remember his name. It might have been Jan, but it could just as easily have been Karl or Ivan or Peter. He just struck me as a Jan.
Anyway, I loved him. He was irreverent. We joked around with each other with that kind of black humour. You know like I’d say “I’d give my left kidney not to have to have any more tests”. And he’d just give me a knowing smile and a wink. I thought at the time that he was an oasis in a desert of humourless people. I was to discover in the next few weeks that this was actually not true, but more about that later….