Rose

Rose is actually the name of our transplant coordinator at the hospital and she is nothing short of fabulous. Rose really ought to have a whole blog dedicated just to her. Here are some gems:

TARA: I've brought those samples you wanted from Sarah

ROSE: Oh for goodness sake, I've got her to wee in the wrong pot

TARA: Ah

ROSE: Which one are you?

Email. Rose is brilliant at email. If you email her she will print it off, write the answer on the bottom of the print out and post it to you.

Voicemail: These tend to be a stream of consciousness as she is reading through your notes and often contain alarming phrases such as 'Oh my goodness this result is terrible, oh no wait, I'm reading it in the wrong column, ah - can you ring me' and 'hello it's Rose, I have a date for you to come in and see me, it's on the 4th oh no wait a minute, you've told me you can't do that date can you - I'll ring you back with another one.' and my personal favourite message the contents of which was fairly banal but it went on for 13 minutes and 23 seconds as Rose had called me from her mobile and not hung up properly which meant I got a nice tour of the ward from her handbag.

The first or second time we ever met Rose she was reminiscing back to the time before seat belts when her job was so much easier because people with wonderfully healthy kidneys got killed in a lot more car accidents than they do now. Ah, the good old days!

I can't tell you the affection Tara and I have for Rose she has made every visit to the hospital an absolute joy. Amid what seems like chaos Rose single handedly coordinates every live and cadaverous transplant at the hospital and she does it marvellously. She is one of a kind and an absolute treasure.

UPDATE: If you are Rose's boss and you're reading this get her an iPhone please. Her phone is bust, the 8 doesn't work and she needs to be able to contact people from all over the hospital at all times of the day and by 'people' I mean her patients.