Chapter VII: 18 missed calls; and a tram.

I arrived at the hotel in Blackpool feeling mightily impressed with myself for having lugged the cycler on the train on my own (well, almost on my own, the station staff helped!), checked in and went for dinner with some friends, both of whom are transplant recipients. After dinner we went for a walk to […]

Chapter VI: Life in a box fort.

A moment I will never forget was looking out the window while the Baxter courier delivered my first two weeks of PD supplies. When he left, I was surrounded by a mountain of cardboard boxes. I could have built an epic fort, had I been so inclined. Sadly for the cat, I wasn’t. I remember […]

Chapter V: A paper tiger?

On the 4th of August 2016, I went to have some routine bloods before a scheduled clinic appointment a couple of days later. I felt fine and went and wandered around the supermarket afterwards. But that evening, our landline rang. It almost never rings. On the other end was a registrar from the hospital. He […]