It's the 13th already.
YIKES! It's Friday the 13th! That's even worse!
One year ago today, was when I finally let myself get taken over to the ICU at University Hospitals, in downtown Cleveland.
For about a week, I had been getting dizzy and passing out often, without a warning. I remember that talking myself out of it didn't work; I had tried talking myself out of it while I was on the stairs which go from our attic to our living room, and I fell right down. My blood pressure had gone way down (when I say down, I mean like, the triage nurse told me I was "not dead yet"), I was severely dehydrated, I had peritonitis, and I had been getting inadequate dialysis for at least since I started on what's affectionately called "PD" (Peritoneal Dialysis). I was a mess, alright. On the plus side, I was nice and slender. I remember how bony my little paws looked. That's how I prefer to look...even if it wasn't right.
While in the ICU, one of the doctors told me that if I hadn't gone in the way I did, I might have eventally slipped into a coma and ultimately passed away.
One year later, I wish I had gone that route. All I have is a $3,000+ bill, for nothing.
