He called and told me I better "make other arrangements" because he won't be home for a long time. Just what "arrangements" he's talking about could be anything. Housing? Dialysis? Money? He's convinced all the doctors are lying to him. About what, I have no idea. What if he gets vindictive and clues in my center to what's going on? I wouldn't put it past him in the state of mind he's in. I can't go in-center. There's no way in hell my back could stand it. I can't sit for five minutes on a Pilates ball, let alone 4-5 hours in a dialysis chair. All the progress I made in PT is wiped out because of this. I know that's in the future, I know, I know. But you know what? I'm pretty freakin' desperate to get out of the space I'm being dragged into at the present. Things have started to take hold in my mind while my back was turned.