I know. I keep ridiculous hours, don't I?
Well, that's what happens when you find a good writer who happens to be a night owl, and then you yourself can sleep through dialysis, as I did again today.
What a day, too! I started off treatment as usual, doing my crossword puzzle before my eyes got so tired that I just had to fall asleep, which is also usual. The unusual part was, that when it was over, I didn't want to get up out of that chair. First of all, I was still tired. Second, I've gotten used to having to stay in the chair a while to let my blood pressure go back up (when I say "go back up", I mean up from, say 86/48--I think that was a reading yesterday or the day before). So when I was allowed, even encouraged, to get the heck outta there, I was surprised, and not exactly ready. Apparently, today my blood pressure didn't get that low until I stood up for the first time.
Wonder why I call the machine a "moonster"?? That goes back to two years ago, when I first started "PD" (Peritoneal...). My cat, Tony, was scared silly of the PD machine, so I started calling it a "moonster"...for "monster". When I switched to hemo., I called that machine a "moonster" too. So there's the history of that.
Da-yam!! I'm supposed to be getting healthy for my transplant, and here I am with muscle aches and a general feeling that if a truck ran me over, I might perk up a little.
Oh well. Off to rest this bug off, and hopefully have four negative blood cultures starting yesterday, so that I can hurry in and get my transplant!!! God, I can hardly wait!!! I'll be so much healthier after my transplant, that I'll be just absolutely irresistibly gorgeous!!!!!!!!! (Consider that a fair warning.) ;-)
Laaaaaaaaaytah!!
