I've been doing nxstage daily "short" (it's actually 3hrs 40min) 5x a week for about 5.5 months. I've had lots of mishaps but have been very happy to be able to dialyze at home.
One thing that's been bugging me though is that every morning i feel very achy, and my joints are stiff, bottom of feet a bit painful when I stand. It goes away after a while. Doc doesn't seem to be concerned. Labs are OK. Is there something about the nxstage that is causing this? I didn't experience it before this therapy.
But that may be water under the bridge. I'm really having a crisis emotionally right now. A possible transplant donor has not passed inspection. i was really hanging on to that hope. I've been on dialysis 9 years and I'm just tired of this. I know a transplant is coming eventually, but the near-daily dialysis has become overwhelming. I get up, set up, get on, get off, break down, go to bed. Get up and start all over! I can't remember what my life is for because the times I'm actually living it are too brief.
So, I had started making plans to try to go to extended and maybe do 4x a week. This thought helped to lift my spirits. Now tonight I had removed my uf of .9 (not much right? and the same amount I had done 2 days ago - I hadn't dialyzed yesterday - and it was definitely at least what needed to come off) I used the same amount of heparin. Everything was fine. Then the machine had to be shut down because there was a great big clot right at my venous needle (I probably pushed it that far trying to make things go again - thanks Nxstage for not letting me kill myself!
I didn't get my blood back. My doctor's been restricting my Hg to below 11 (which means it's usually much lower than that - you know how that goes if you're completely dependent on epogen for any blood at all)
So now I'm depressed again and feeling like I really can't keep up this dialysis. I hate the thought of going back to the clinic so much I feel like I just wanna give up.
This is so unusual for me. In 9 years I've had lots of serious troubles and trials. Now it's just the lifestyle that's about to be the end of me. I feel so guilty too that I ever felt like I couldn't understand why anybody would want to just give up? Life is so precious. But I guess sometimes even though it's precious it's just too hard.
Ah me. I know tomorrow I'll get up and do what I have to do. Short a half pint or so, I will muddle along. But I'm just not sure what to do next. I'm really just so overwhelmed emotionally by a certain sense of hopelessness right now.