I've been doing home dialysis for about four and 1/2 years now. I still remember my first month at home. I had gone through several weeks of training but when you suddenly find yourself alone it can be a lot overwhelming. I do my own lab draws and it is the only part of treatment at home I don't like. When I first started though it was much worse. I had called Fed Ex to schedule a pickup of the labs for seven one evening. I had drawn the labs, ran the through the centrifuge, but couldn't get my bleeding to stop. The doorbell rang and with blood stains on my arm and my fingers compressing the site I answered the door and found the Fed Ex man there. I said "Don't panic, I'm ok and could you please wait." He was very nice and sat and waited for me to finish. The next time he picked up the labs he smiled and said" you must be doing much better . . . no blood." :)
I'm on a training curve again. Now I'm starting to do my treatments at night while I sleep, or trying to sleep. So far I've done three treatments and find myself running a little out of steam for lack of sleep. Its getting better though.
My sweet, darling, grandson turns two this week. I can't believe its already that time. Friday was my last official daycare day with him. He starts daycare next week. I have such mixed feelings. On the one hand he is such a busy little guy and wears me out and on the other hand I'll miss him. Happy birthday little man.
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