Well...one year ago Tuesday, I had a hemo-related nightmare, when that Dr. Bozo managed to cut my artery, leaving me in the hospital for a whole week when I was supposed to be "in-n-out" the same day.
Anyway, now, I'm not sure, but I think I may be having a "PD"-related nightmare.
Maybe it's not, but I definitely feel as though I'm having the early signs of peritonitis here. Geez, draining is painful these days!!!
All the salty soup, water, and ice I've had this week should be helping...but today, my blood pressure was 62/47...and yet I am still walking...and I have no idea how. But that also may be a sign of peritonitis.
God, I hope not, because if it is, I'll have to go back on hemo and essentially have only one fully-functioning arm.
DAMN, don't let this happen!!!!
Don't let me get sick anymore!!!
I'm supposed to fly to Cleveland to visit my furbabies!!! If I'm getting sick, and we know it by the time I get there, I'll end up in the damn hospital, possibly for five years, because that's how they do things in Cleveland!!! People don't stay healthy there; they end up in the hospital for five years, because there is no staying healthy there.
OK. I got that off my chest. And since this is my blog, I refuse to feel sorry that I got that off my chest.
But, I've gotta run.
Later!
(poof)
