Pink Lemonade....

 I am doing better, thank you one and all for your concern and prayers. Our day was immensely blessed by a visit from our former pastor.  He was around for Kidney Transplant 1.0, and used to carry pockets full of medication to go with her meals and snacks. He came just short of commanding God to wake up that kidney.

Today's nurse was a childhood transplant recipient, himself on transplant #2.  It's always a hopeful thing to meet someone who is further down the road you are walking on.

Babygirl is stable. The kidney is still sleeping, but she is off of the heart monitor, which she was on due to the cardiac risk of elevated potassium levels. Her potassium is being controlled by diet and by giving her a medication that sucks potassium into her gut and eliminates it from that route. Her calcium levels are extremely low (an indirect abnormality due to other things that kidney failure triggers), so that has been supplemented IV. They expect to stop the IV fluids, although so far every time one group tells her this, the other says, nope, need to keep it going. So we'll see who wins this time. Her urine resembles pink lemonade. Her output is good, but not keeping up with the fluid backlog. The catheter is still producing some clots, on the smallish size, and irrigation isn't getting anything much more than that, so MAYBE the catheter will be out tomorrow? If so, the question is, can she pee on her own, and will any new clots clog things up?

If A, then B, then C all happen, we might go home Friday.  If not, it might be Tuesday. Or she may come home with the catheter. In any case, we need to be here Monday because even if we go home, she sees the doctors up here Monday and Thursday morning for the next few weeks. 

If she stays the weekend, I will leave on Friday for home.  There is no space in the discounted hotels for the weekend, and I am almost out of medicine. And the garden needs to be weeded. And the dogs cleaned up after. And the pool monitored. And Babygirl's room cleaned to post-transplant levels. And the icky 2-week-old food cleared from the fridge.  

You know, a day off. 

In any case, I did a Target run to get clothes that will (I hope) comfortably fit over the now 40 pounds of fluid she is carrying. There was a cool anime T-shirt on the sale rack.  I'm hoping she likes it.

DeeDee