My liver and pancreas transplant

The night I got that phone call was the most scariest night of my life. It was 0:45 in the morning and I was half asleep, you no when you are alssep and you hear noises but you think they are in the dream? that was what it felt like. I heard a ringing noise, I didn't think anything of it because I was still sleepy, then I heard voices, I realized that this was my mum talking, so I sat up in bed and listened to what she was saying. I heard the name of my transplant co-ordinator and I instantly realized that this was the phone call.. I thought I was going to be sick! next thing was, my mum came into my room and started to cry, she was so happy! The paramedics said that they were going to be with us within 15mins.. so my mum called my auntie and uncle and my cousin and they came round! all of them were very nervous and then you got me, bouncing around the room shouting that I'm going to be better! next thing I knew, the ambulance was here and I went in a blue light to Kings college. We got there and I had to do some final tests, I had to go down to xray to make sure my lungs were fit enough to go through with the transplant and I had to have some blood tests to make sure my kidneys were stable. We then got shown to a bed where we waited until half two in the afternoon for them to finally take me down to surgery. All I remember from this was that two anesatists came up and gave me some pre med (this basically makes you forget things so you don't remember them when you come round) and the bars on my bed went up, thats it, I dont remember anything else. The next time I rememeber was when I started to come around, I was in inensive care, and still on a ventilator.. it was such a weird feeling because you wanted to breathe but a machine was doing it for you! I drifted in and out of conciousness for a few days and evenually was able to no where I was properly! They had to ween off my drugs before I could be taken of the ventilator..the holusinations I got were horrible..I dreamt that the male nurse looking after me was a mass muderer, I dreamt that the doctors had 8 legs, I had leaches going up my arms, centipeads crawling in and out of my skin.. it was awful! eventually I was awake enough to be taken off the ventilator..but obviously me being me, I couldn't wait and I threw it up instead! that was horrible, that shock you get when your breathing on your own for the first time in a week or two is weird! I was on oxygen for a couple of days and then I got moved to HDU this is where I started to walk again and regain my strength. I went up to the ward but I couldn't keep any of my food down, not even a bit of water! so I had to go for a CT scan and it showed that I had a abses in my bowl from where they put the pancreas in and it leaked! so I had to go down to surgery again and have it removed! they had to open up my scar again! luckily I didn't have to go into intensive care again, i went into HDU because my lungs were strong enough to handle it. Then I went back up to the ward, I was very skinny by this time because I hadn't eaten for 8 weeks, I had to learn to eat again, and every mouthful I threw up, I had to have a nasergastric tube put in to go on night feeds. This was awful because the feed would go in and then I'd throw it up in the morning. It was trial and error basically because I had to expand my stomach again. I eventually put on enough weight to go home but I had to be on night feed for two weeks and then have my tube taken out for prom!