Happy Birthday?

Sang Scottish New wave band Altered Images in September 1981, with a watery tale about a birthday in a hot bath, not really practical cake wise. In the glorious 80's there was less of a strict adherence to health and safety principles. Presumably if this was to performed today, then there would be some regulation about the perils of mixing baked confectionery  and tepid water with aerated perfumed surfactant product. Of course the bathwater would be handy to extinguish the multitude of lighted wicks.

No wicks. not wigs... and 1 is hardly a multitude anyway.
But what of the of the July birthday I hear you cry, surely you are a Saggitarian?  Well no actually, I dont believe in such claptrap, failing as I do to see how 580 million people can be having the same day as me?) 

Well observed my little bloghoppers, but this weekend marks the anniversary of my transplant, that life changing momentous event of July 2011. It is my rebirthday weekend!

As I scribe these words, this time last year, I was still on dialysis and a diabetic.

Unbeknownst to me, Friday 1st July was my last time leaving work  early to drive though rush hour traffic to the dialysis unit, the last time I became entwined with the dialysis machine, the last time spent 4 hours dialysing in a stiff plastic covered recliner, left feeling drawn and drained, and the last time another late night finish and final drive home for 45 minutes feeling tired and weak......zzzzzzz

It was also the final time I was to see my regular dialysing companions at Carrington Road Dialysis unit and the caring haemo nurses and unit managers.

As I got home that tired and exhausted Friday evening, I was looking forward to a weekend free of dialysis,  2 days off until the whole thrice weekly schedule commenced anew the following Monday.
How my world was about to be altered...