That’s awful news Ozzy, my heart goes out to the two of you. I just hope that you both remain strong until a suitable donor liver is found.
My thoughts are with you, hopefully your wife gets sorted as soon as possible, without much more distress
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My thoughts are with you, hopefully your wife gets sorted as soon as possible, without much more distress
Thats awful mate. I hope better news is round the corner for you both
The play-offs starting have me thinking back to last May.
Who would have thought dads last game would be the coventry semi final, I see so much on social media and its bloody hard.
tomorrow night a year ago we were at the pub, watching us away, for every drink I had dad had a double whiskey and god knows how he was sober when we finally went home.
Next milestone will be the 13th, a night I will never forget, dad wasnt well but nothing would stop him going, I remember sitting on the bus home and he was trying his best to pretend he wasnt struggling.
Then the 23rd and 24th, so much joy, so much pain, I love and hate this next 2 weeks.
Haway the lads
Who would have thought dads last game would be the coventry semi final, I see so much on social media and its bloody hard.
tomorrow night a year ago we were at the pub, watching us away, for every drink I had dad had a double whiskey and god knows how he was sober when we finally went home.
Next milestone will be the 13th, a night I will never forget, dad wasnt well but nothing would stop him going, I remember sitting on the bus home and he was trying his best to pretend he wasnt struggling.
Then the 23rd and 24th, so much joy, so much pain, I love and hate this next 2 weeks.
Haway the lads
I'm freelance and do work for several companies.
I was booked to do a job this week updating a stand in five different stores. Two stores were priority and needed doing by Tuesday. The rest could be done anytime Mon-Fri. I'd planned to do the priority two on Tuesday morning, one on Thurs and the other two today.
I should have had the update kits delivered last Tues or Weds but nothing arrived. The company messaged me on Thursday claiming I'd been carded twice and not contacted the courier. I'd had no cards. I asked for tracking information and was told they'd rearranged delivery on Friday. My daughter was in all day Friday, so I told her to look out for the delivery. Nothing arrived. I messaged them on Friday evening and asked for the tracking info so I could collect from the courier instead. They never got back to me.
The kits arrived just before lunch on Tuesday. I messaged to say I now had them, but wouldn't be able to complete until Thursday. I was messaged back saying I must go and do them now, which I refused to do as I was on my way out with the bairn as it was her birthday.
I was then told I must do them on Wednesday as priority. I said no as I had time sensitive work booked on Wednesday for someone else which was priority. Got told it was unacceptable and I said tough as I wasn't letting the other company down. I said I'd do the other work first and might be able to squeeze one store in on Wednesday but I would definitely do both priority stores by Thursday. She wasn't happy about that at all. I pointed out it's partly the couriers fault as they ignored the leave safe and didn't leave a card, and also her partly her fault for not giving me tracking info as I could have collected the stuff on Saturday morning and worked Tues morning as planned. She sent a patronising email telling me I sounded like I was getting angry (nee **** Sherlock!) so I just left it.
I woke up super early on Wednesday and was in my first store just after 7am to get the other work done and did manage to get one of her priority stores done on Wednesday. The other one was done early Thursday morning, along with one of the others.
I then got a "gentle reminder" last night telling me I still had the other two stores outstanding, which I knew about and had always planned to do today.
I did one of the stores this morning and while I was driving to the next one, I got another "gentle reminder" to let me know I still had one store outstanding.
I do get regular work from them, but I get messed about a lot with date changes and stuff. They messed me around last week as something arrived late and I couldn't tie their work in with other work so I ended working more hours than I planned to as my route wasn't as efficient.
I'm so close to telling them to sod off to be honest. Just wanted a rant to let it all out as I feel like they've treated me like ****.
I was booked to do a job this week updating a stand in five different stores. Two stores were priority and needed doing by Tuesday. The rest could be done anytime Mon-Fri. I'd planned to do the priority two on Tuesday morning, one on Thurs and the other two today.
I should have had the update kits delivered last Tues or Weds but nothing arrived. The company messaged me on Thursday claiming I'd been carded twice and not contacted the courier. I'd had no cards. I asked for tracking information and was told they'd rearranged delivery on Friday. My daughter was in all day Friday, so I told her to look out for the delivery. Nothing arrived. I messaged them on Friday evening and asked for the tracking info so I could collect from the courier instead. They never got back to me.
The kits arrived just before lunch on Tuesday. I messaged to say I now had them, but wouldn't be able to complete until Thursday. I was messaged back saying I must go and do them now, which I refused to do as I was on my way out with the bairn as it was her birthday.
I was then told I must do them on Wednesday as priority. I said no as I had time sensitive work booked on Wednesday for someone else which was priority. Got told it was unacceptable and I said tough as I wasn't letting the other company down. I said I'd do the other work first and might be able to squeeze one store in on Wednesday but I would definitely do both priority stores by Thursday. She wasn't happy about that at all. I pointed out it's partly the couriers fault as they ignored the leave safe and didn't leave a card, and also her partly her fault for not giving me tracking info as I could have collected the stuff on Saturday morning and worked Tues morning as planned. She sent a patronising email telling me I sounded like I was getting angry (nee **** Sherlock!) so I just left it.
I woke up super early on Wednesday and was in my first store just after 7am to get the other work done and did manage to get one of her priority stores done on Wednesday. The other one was done early Thursday morning, along with one of the others.
I then got a "gentle reminder" last night telling me I still had the other two stores outstanding, which I knew about and had always planned to do today.
I did one of the stores this morning and while I was driving to the next one, I got another "gentle reminder" to let me know I still had one store outstanding.
I do get regular work from them, but I get messed about a lot with date changes and stuff. They messed me around last week as something arrived late and I couldn't tie their work in with other work so I ended working more hours than I planned to as my route wasn't as efficient.
I'm so close to telling them to sod off to be honest. Just wanted a rant to let it all out as I feel like they've treated me like ****.
Nowt wrong with a rant lass
However, business is business and sometimes you just have to smile and wave.
Of course there could be a difference between an organisation and an individual and if an opportunity arises to shaft said individual ever so nicely...
I hate it when people accuse you of being angry when all you are doing is passionatly getting you're point across and they know you are right and have no answer so they hit back with that and all it does is actually makes you angry knowing what they are trying to do.
.I hope you can switch off now and have a nice weekend x
Keep a record of the details of this, and anything similar in future .
If the day comes you tell them to stuff it , let senior people know that you’ ve been driven to it, by the attitude and incompetence of their people
Good advice but be careful on what you may come to reflect on. I’ve been logging some pretty unpleasant interactions between my team and an upstream team for around 6 months now. It’s so bad that one of my staff could’ve got constructive dismissal and instead of correcting the behaviours we’re experiencing they took the easy route and offered my staff member severance. Anyhow that hasn’t become obvious to the other team as my team member works their severance, so the ****e has rumbled on until I’ve wrote some pretty clear emails that I am in the same place as my staff member and this needs to stop so we’re off to mediation. With that in mind I got copilot to summarise my work issues log of unacceptable conversations and behaviours. It’s biased towards my reflections but is very damming. It was also a hard read as when I realised what I have had to put up with for nearly a year now I found it quite depressing and saddening. My advice is log things but be prepared for the reading back to be less than cathartic!
It's a senior person who I'm dealing with.
I've had run in's in the past where I've been blamed for stuff that wasn't my fault. Eg: A store had a stand with a moulded plastic insert on one shelf. They sent me an update kit that included a sheet graphic for that shelf. I took the moulded plastic bit off and put the sheet graphic on. I left the moulded plastic bit with the store and told them to keep it safe as I might need it again for future updates. That part got lost. They blamed me as apparently I should have left the moulded plastic bit on and thrown the sheet graphic away and it was my fault that the store lost it.
My core working areas for everyone are all DH postcodes and the bottom corner of NE (Newcastle, Gateshead and surrounding areas, Washington). I will venture into SR or South Tyneside postcodes to help out when needed.
For this company, I drive out to cover Silverlink retail park which is a ball ache to get to. For my Newcastle calls, I go over the Redheugh bridge and park in The Gate so I don't really have to drive in the city centre as such. To get to Silverlink it's either going through the city centre and sitting in all the delays on the Tyne Bridge and central motorway due to all the roadworks, or up to Seaton Burn and back down again which is also time consuming. I also cover Teesside Park which is 45-60 mins drive away depending on traffic. They pay mileage but they don't pay travelling time which irritates me as for a Teesside call, I'm essentially doing up to two hours unpaid work to get there and back.
Sorry for writing this out. I'm just trying to make sense of if it's worth continuing to work for them. I do get some regular calls each month and I like the actual work when it goes to plan, but it's a lot of hassle with the locations and this particular person that I deal with.
Feel for ya Becs, often these companies pay lip service about good mental wellbeing for their staff as well but it falls by the wayside when deadlines are in play.
I flew off the handle at my place when they told me to demand that someone who wasn’t on call to go and get a hire car in his own time for early travel on Monday morning. I stopped being oncall after that.
So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Fantastic news mate. The road to recovery will be long, but we will all be with you both every step of the waySo following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Ah man, thats absolutely brilliant news.So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Got to admit i got a bit choked reading that, especially after lasts weeks disappointment.
Im genuinely made up for you both, and hopefully your wife makes a speedy recovery, it certainly sounds like she is.
Keep us up to date with her progress mate, and sending hugs to both.
So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
That's brilliant news! I'm really glad that everything aligned up and your wife got the surgery she needed. If you don't mind, could you keep us updated on her recovery
Brilliant mate, over the moon for the pair of you.So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Fantastic news mate, made my day. You've both been through the mill and then some. Speedy recovery to your better half and well done to the Oz healthcare system.So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Brilliant news OzzySo following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
So happy to hear this - brilliant news.So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
Keep us updated , our good wishes and love will not go away , we’ll be thinking of you both through recovery
So following on from the emotional rollercoaster earlier in the week we received a call on Friday evening asking us to come down to the hospital again as they potentially had another liver.
We headed back down on Friday evening and all i coukd think about was how the hell i would pick her up again if the liver was unsuitable. She herself was thinking the same and most of our discussions that evening and into the wee hours were about that subject. We were told that we would know for certain by 8am Saturday morning.
8am came and passed with no word. The anaesthetist came round and told us the surgical team was all prepped and ready to go once the final checks of the donor liver were completed.
8:30am a nurse came in and told us it was definately going ahead. Cue tears and lots of them but tears borne through joy and stress relief, my girl was going to live.
8:45am and a call from the transplant coordinator. Nothing was actually confirmed yet as they still had the final visual inspection of the donor liver to be undertaken. F*ck, here we go again. My wife understandably was fearing the worst given the experience earlier in the week.
9:07am and the theatre nurses came with the bed, it was happening, finally after almost 2 years it was frigging happening. She's wheeled staright down to theatre and as the bed goes through the doors she is smiling with the biggest smile i've seen form her since she was diagnosed.
It's a bloody long operation and obviously i'm as nervous as hell and worried all day. 5:15pm i get the call that the surgery has been a success and she's now in ICU. Straight in the car and thnsk god there were no speed cameras out on the way
Saturday night she's pretty much out of it and i think that she'll never remember that i was with her until about 11pm. Back home and back again at 4am.
We'd been told that she would be in ICU for at least 48 hours, possibly longer. While i was there the physio came round and they actually managed to get her to stand. I was ****ting myself watching it.
Back home for an hour or 2 and i received a text from her simply saying "I ate jelly". After any form of abdominal surgery thats a big step and wasn't expected on the first day.
5pm Saturday she's moved out of ICU and onto the ward. She's in a ton of pain but it's healing pain rather than dying pain. We still have a long road as the anti-rejection drugs started Sunday evening which will kill her immune system for a while but she's a fighter that's for sure.
Thank you everyone for your well wishes and supportive words, this forum is bloody amazing and has been a great support for me during this process.
That's brilliant news mate. I wish her all the best for her recovery xx