Kidney BOB

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Kidney BOB & Eugene Update: The Odd Couple Return (Now Accepting Snacks and Donations)

Greetings, humans. Kidney BOB here. Yes, that Kidney BOB — the hardest working bean in the business.

It’s been a few weeks since I moved into Eugene’s slightly chaotic body. I must report: the neighborhood is… interesting. The brain forgets why it walked into rooms, the legs complain when climbing stairs, and the stomach believes snacks are a constitutional right.

As for Eugene, he’s still recovering. Some days he’s strong, some days he’s tired, and some days he stares at the fridge like it personally betrayed him. Recovery after transplant isn’t a straight road — it’s more like a hiking trail designed by someone who hates hikers.

But here’s the important part: we are healing. Slowly. Steadily. Together.

Now, about this thing called “temporary medical leave.” Apparently, while I’m busy filtering blood and saving his life, Eugene is not allowed to go to work and earn money. Frankly, I find this to be extremely poor planning by the human resources department.

This is where you incredible humans come in.

We’ve started a campaign on to help Eugene survive this recovery period without having to sell important assets like his TV, his car, or me (and I am NOT negotiable).

Your support helps with:
• Medical costs
• Daily living expenses
• Recovery time so I can become the legendary kidney I was born to be

Even the smallest donation helps. If you can’t donate, sharing the post helps more than you know. Moral support, jokes, memes, and snack deliveries are also considered essential medical supplies.

From the bottom of Eugene’s heart and the middle of his abdomen (that’s me),

Thank you for helping us keep going.

—
Professional Blood Filter, Amateur Motivational Speaker

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Kidney BOB & Eugene — Recovery Log: Day “Wait, why are we tired from doing nothing?”

BOB here. Reporting live from inside Eugene, where today’s main event was… a nap. Followed by another nap. And then a recovery nap from the first two naps.

Honestly, I don’t know what he’s complaining about. I’m the one filtering litres of blood like a champion, and he’s acting like standing up is an Olympic sport.

This morning Eugene said,
"BOB, I feel weak."

Excuse me, sir. I’ve been doing the job of two kidneys on probation, learning a new body, fighting off rejection, AND dealing with medication mood swings. Yesterday he cried because the kettle boiled too aggressively.

We’ve agreed on a system now:
• I handle the filtering.
• He handles the snacks.
• We both handle the healing.

I will say this though — he’s trying. Every step he takes, every pill he swallows, every day he keeps going… I can feel it. The determination. The stubbornness. The quiet hope.

We’re not at 100% yet.
Some days we’re at 60%.
Some days we’re at 12% with a strong Wi-Fi signal.

But we’re still here. Still fighting. Still filtering.

And between you and me… I think we’re going to be just fine.

– BOB
(Professional Filter, Amateur Motivational Speaker, Full-time Eugene Support System) 💛

💚 Hi Facebook, it’s me… BOB (the kidney) 💚

I don’t usually ask for favours — I’m more of a filter quietly and do my job kind of organ — but here we are.

A little while ago, I moved into Eugene.
Big operation. Big meds. Big feelings.
So far, I’m behaving myself and doing exactly what kidneys are supposed to do (10/10 performance, if I may say so 😌).

But here’s the part they don’t always tell you about after a transplant…
Healing takes time.
Working takes a pause.
And life doesn’t exactly stop sending bills.
That’s where BackaBuddy comes in.
If you’re able to donate — even a small amount — you’re helping: • Keep Eugene focused on healing
• Cover essentials while work is on pause
• Support this brand-new kidney (hi 👋) doing its best to stick around for many years
And if you can’t donate right now?
A share is just as powerful. Truly.
From one grateful kidney (and one very brave human) — thank you for the love, the support, the messages, and the belief that community still matters.

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💚 Love,

Kidney BOB and Eugene Du Toit

BOB Learns to Settle In

Hey friends,

BOB here again 😊
Today wasn’t about meeting a new organ.
Today was about something just as important…
Learning how to belong.

🧠 The Realisation

I’m no longer the “new kidney.”
I’m not the guest anymore.
I’m starting to feel like part of the household.
The body still checks on me constantly — blood tests, meds, gentle nudges to behave — but it’s different now. Less suspicion. More cooperation.
The immune system still gives me the side-eye sometimes 👀

But it’s not hostile. More like:
“Alright… we’re watching you, BOB.”
Fair enough.

💉 The Meds Team

I’ve met the medication crew properly now.
Some keep the peace.
Some calm things down a bit too much.
Some make Eugene shake, sweat, or feel off — and honestly, I wish I could apologise for that.
But every single one of them is here for the same reason:
To protect me. To protect us.

❤️ A Quiet Moment

Something strange happened today.
Between heartbeats…
Between breaths…
There was a moment of calm.
Blood flowed smoothly.
Pressure stayed steady.
No alarms. No panic.
Just… balance.
And I realised — this is what healing looks like.
Not fireworks.
Not dramatic wins.
Just lots of small, quiet victories stacking up.

🌱 Final Thought

This means hope with roots.
Not fragile hope — settling-in hope.
I’m still learning this body.
This body is still learning me.
But we’re figuring it out together.
I’m here.
I’m working.
And I’m not planning on going anywhere.

— BOB 💚