I was a bit upset with my nurse this morning at dialysis. The one tech who has the most success sticking me got both needles in Thursday so it felt that my scheduled COVID-19 test, quarantine, and fistulagram next week was mainly due to her complaints about my fistula. Since the tech was busy, she hooked me up with the catheter first, then another (there are several) tech tried to stick me. It looked good at first but again, the pressure spiked when the lines were connected to the machine. We had to go one-and-one again, using one needle and one port on the catheter. Ugh, maybe I do need to find out what’s wrong since I may need this fistula for several years.
I also managed to fall asleep awhile ago. All the staff decided at that time to wake me up to sing happy birthday, like at a restaurant. Didn’t expect that since I’ve never heard them do that before. Then they sang for another patient that had a birthday recently too. It was a nice gesture but I hate when people sing happy birthday for me. Now I can’t fall back asleep and there’s over an hour left in the session.
Life with chronic diseases 