One thing about dialysis, it is not for the faint of heart! You have to get used to the sight of blood very quickly. Another day I waited the usual 10 minutes after taking the needles off, and holding the sight to stop the bleeding, I stood up to gather my things. I heard the nurse up front yell” Sit down, Mrs. G, sit down! I looked down just in time to see blood spewing from my arm like a volcano; all over me, my gear, my clothes, my feet, and the floor. That was the last time I wore a pink shirt and khaki pants to dialysis. Black is the new red, in my book!! Continue reading
Let’s talk about the fistula. Honestly, can anyone say they really knew what a fistula was before they got one? I for one, had not a clue. Which for me, I still say, was a good thing or I might never have signed the papers agreeing to the surgery.
I thought I knew what a thrill was, even if it’s been many years since I’ve had one, but nothing prepared me for that constant buzzing, or “thrill”, that I now feel in my arm. Continue reading
Now that I’m settled into the routine of home hemo treatments, I can take a moment to reflect on what it was like to do dialysis in-center. I remember early on, like 10 years ago or more, when the nephrologists were pushing me into starting dialysis, I went to several clinics (full disclosure, the clinics were owned by those self-same nephrologists). All I remember was the overwhelming smell of death, and staring at what appeared to be comatose bodies hooked up to machines.
Is it any wonder I refused to consider dialysis? I recently told my newest, and bestest, nephrologist, that his colleagues had done a grave disservice to potential dialysis users by not presenting a more positive outcome, and explaining that it really was possible to achieve life after dialysis. He agreed! Continue reading