I drove to dialysis today by myself even though I was supposed to wait 24 hours. I was going to ask my dad to drive me but by the time I remembered, I was already on the road.
I showed my dialysis nurse the bandage on my right arm and told them I had the surgery done. A couple of nurses came by to take a look and they were more excited about the surgery than I was. I think they really don’t like using the chest catheter unless it’s absolutely necessary. One of the supervising nurses pulled out her stethoscope, listened to the surgery site, and gave me a thumbs up. Not sure what she was listening for but I’m glad it was good.
They continue to challenge my weight at dialysis. Even though my dry or ideal weight is 92.0 kg, they try to take more fluid out since they want to avoid edema or having fluid build up in the lungs. I left dialysis at 90.9 kg; that’s probably my lowest ending weight in over two years of hemodialysis.
Life with chronic diseases 