I nearly beaned myself tipping over in the shower.
My sense of humor is warped, but functional. Thank heavens for small favors.My bp is up a bit now that I'm off one more pill, so I've been doing a bit better. I've been driving myself to the center, which is actually easier in some ways - I don't feel like I'm sucking away everyone else's free time along with my own. I'm bouncing back after the sessions a lot sooner. I've even been able to run errands, cook dinner and work out when I get back. I haven't stopped crashing yet, though. This week, they keep trying to pull off fluid that isn't from kidney failure - it's from PMS. Ah, the joys of being female. After two sessions in a row of crashing and cramping badly enough to make me swear out loud (which I rarely do), the nurse today let me set my own dry weight at what I thought was the appropriate level - and tada! I didn't didn't crash at all. Pity I never seem to get the same person hooking me up twice in a row. Which means that next week, I'll have to try to convince them to reset my dry weight back down to what it was before. . . bleaccch. That's just one more thing they don't bother to warn you about when you start.The good news for the month is that my first appointment with the transplant team is Feb 5. Hmmmm. . . does anyone make kidney shaped Valentines?
Jbeany, you go girlfriend, i am so glad to hear that you are getting involved in your own care, that is good, when i was in hemo i didnt want to know nothing, see nothing, hold nothing, i was angry (as if you couldnt tell) I am sure if i ever have to go back to hemo i will also become more involved with my care, reading posts from patients who do has inspired me to do so and you are one of them thank you