…found out recently my kidneys are toast [insert appropriate emoticon here]. Done. No more worky. Taking up real estate. Not paying rent anymore.*
I’ll be spending this summer in and out of the hospital. First, for an information session. Then dialysis, then more dialysis and more dialysis and possibly a transplant.
Weird thing is, it has nothing to do with the diabetes. At least not directly. Two events in two years involving the same two medications (and, incidentally, the same two groups of doctors and nurses prescribing and monitoring everything) and I went from pink and healthy to 36% and now to 16% effectiveness.
Which isn’t nearly enough. My fault though. It wasn’t even really the medications fault. They’re safe together if properly checked. The blood tests were my responsibility and I never pushed.
I’m not depressed about this. Not yet anyway. Maybe later. Right now I’ve got my garden and my little family.
*I totally published every word of this post on my Facebook account three days ago.**
**Except the disclaimer part. That’s new… and “recently” in the first paragraph was originally “today”. Gotta keep this stuff fresh, otherwise why subscribe? Right?
…also, that’s my arm in the photo. Which is kind of the point of publishing on a photo blog. They took fourteen vials of blood out of me. Dialysis, more dialysis, lots of dialysis then possibly a transplant, then drugs and more drugs and lots of drugs and more stuff… yay.