Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Ole One Kidney

So, yes, once upon a time 11 years ago today, I got my kidney ripped out of my body, and it was placed gently into my sister's body. Hence the motto of my blog: Half the Kidneys, Twice the Fun. It was an experience full of fun, craziness, and lots of presents (thanks everyone for all the presents). The nurses ripped me out of bed 12 hours after being sliced in half to weigh me. I got a sweet 9 inch scar. The Dean of Students at my college called me every Wednesday to see how I was doing. I got a nice bottle of pills to take home with me. Thanks to cable, I could watch 3 hours of 90210, straight. Every time I stood up, I could feel all of my insides swishing around trying to find a new home. I slept a lot. Oh, and my sister got to pee again. So that was good. No, that was great. She didn't puke nearly as much anymore and she actually got real color in her cheeks, not that crap from CoverGirl she would swipe on her face. That was the best part.
But the second best part? The drugs right before the surgery. They put this epidural in me. Then shot it full of some happy koolaid. I was higher than high. It was feeling good. I had no idea what was about to hit me. There is a picture of me and Kathryn right before surgery. It was after I had the sweet elixir of morphine, and before Kathryn had any drugs. The picture looks a lot like this:

Hope your (or technically, mine) kidney has 11 more years of fun and sassiness, sis!

4 comments:

K2 said...

Thanks! I love the pic. You crack me up!

thepainterfamily said...

yeah! I really enjoyed reading YOUR version after your sisters version! hehe! you guys are so awesome!

Frau Bailey said...

Hilarious! You crack me up. I remember those days all too well. I loved watching 90210 with you! We had too much fun!
Just think...if the kidney was still there...there would not be as much room for Gram to swim around.

Heather said...

Versed is nectar of the Gods, as you happily discovered that morning. Awesome drawing...that's exactly what it was like. You were snapping your fingers to music only you could hear, and Kant was on pins and needles.

Congrats on 11 years!