September 5, 2005Dear Diary,Today was my first day on dialysis. Everyone was so nice to me. They used my Hickman because my fistula is not “mature” yet. I don’t know what that means. I’m not sure what the difference is between the Hickman and the fistula. Guess I’ll find out. I like it there.September 7, 2005Dear Diary,Today was my second day on dialysis. I didn’t see any of the same nice people today. I had to tell the new people everything I told the people on Monday. I didn’t feel that good afterwards. I didn’t get to watch TV today because it was broken. I still like it there.September 9, 2005Dear Diary,Today was my third day on dialysis. I didn’t see any of the same nice people I saw the first day or any of the same people I saw the second day. I had to tell the new stupid ass people everything I told the people on Monday and Wednesday. This is getting old! I had to sit by some old lady that shit all over the place. God it stunk! What the hell kind of place is this! The damn TV is still broken and the light above me is out. It must be 40 degrees in there. But… they are trying to save my life… I still like it there. Yippee, I get 2 ½ days off. September 12, 2005Dear Diary,Today was my fourth day on dialysis. I guess they just get new people all the time because I never get the same nurse or tech. I got yelled at for gaining too much fluid. They had to pull off 6 pounds and my legs were having seizers but the nurse said I deserved it. The machine has bells and horns that keep going off. I wish someone would tell me what is going on. I got a different chair today. It didn’t have a TV at all. They fixed the TV in my old chair. I watch the guy watch it for 3 hours. I’m not sure I like this anymore.September 14, 2005Dear Diary,Today was my fifth day on dialysis. The Social Worker sat with me today. She asked me if I liked dialysis. When I said “not really,” she told me that I was “depressed” and suggested that I read 10 or 11 self help books by Friday. She wanted to know about my sex life. When I told her I wasn’t married, she suggested I read “Sex and Dialysis”….. by Friday. She asked me how my relationship was with my parents. I told her they were both gone. She suggested I read “Mommy Dearest” by Friday. Wheeew, I’d better get busy. They had to call 911 for the lady next to me today. I guess she died. The nurses said she drank too much fluid and she deserved it. I don’t think I like this place. They are going to use my fistula next session. I’ll be glad to get rid of this Hickman.September 15, 2005Dear Diary,Holy CRAP! They came at me with these HUGE needles. They said they were going to poke them in my arm. NO WAY! This girl was out of there! They chased me down the hall and caught me at the elevator. They still had the needles. I grabbed one and tried to stab this one bitch in her arm to see how she would like it. I missed and she gave me a shot. I woke up in the dialysis chair all hooked up with a ton of tape on my arm. I felt dizzy and sick. They said I deserved it. I HATE DIALYSIS…………Feel free to write to this Diary.......