I got another text this morning to come into dialysis early. However, my dad forgot that the schedule changed due to New Years Day and has an appointment at noon. I took the opportunity to insist that I can drive myself to and back from dialysis. The center is only ~15 minutes from my house.
So here I am at dialysis waiting for the session to end. In the past, my blood sometimes drop too low and I feel dizzy after dialysis. With my blood pressure consistently crazy high (right now it says 202/107), I doubt I will have any hydrostatic hypotension issues post-dialysis.
As much as I want to complain about dialysis, I see people in worse situation than myself. The patient on the left is now groaning non-stop. This happens quite often when she is not sleeping. Maybe she is in a lot of pain? Her son (?) is sitting in her scooter so she can’t walk either. The girl across from me is also in a scooter. I’ve only seen her a few times but she looks awfully skinny and frail… and so young. At least I lived until 49 before starting dialysis. While I was typing this paragraph, two more elderly patients showed up in wheelchairs, and the lady across from me is still groaning and complaining.
Life with chronic diseases 