I had another one of those “how did I get here” moments this morning. I was sitting in the dialysis chair, holding my arm with gauze taped over the blown arterial cannulation so it wouldn’t keep bleeding. It was about 6:00 am in the morning, my arm hurt terribly, and I was exhausted from not sleeping. “How did I get here?” Again, if you asked me 5 or 10 years ago, never in my wildest dreams nightmares did I imagine that this would be my life. I really don’t have anyone to blame but myself, but I’ve seen many doctors in the past and somehow this possible outcome was not communicated to me clearly. With a long history of diabetes and hypertension, how come no one tested my kidney function until I was 45 years old?
With the COVID-19 pandemic, I would probably be sitting at home instead of at the dialysis clinic anyway since there’s nothing to do and nowhere to go.
Life with chronic diseases 