Twenty-something years after finding out I’ve got Polycystic Kidney Disease, and nineteen or so months after entering end-stage renal disease territory, I’ll be starting dialysis on Friday.
I’ll have a couple of “brief” treatments at the hospital on Friday and Saturday, and then, on the following Tuesday, I’ll start my regular thrice-weekly stint at a local dialysis center. The regular treatments will run somewhere in the neighborhood of three-and-a-half to four hours, starting at 6AM.
As I’ve said before, I have not done a whole lot of reading about others’ experiences on dialysis, because I would prefer to have somewhat of a blank slate concerning the possible outcomes rather than worrying about the seemingly endless possible complication that can result. When ___x____ happens, I’ll Google it to see if it’s common, but I don’t want my mind littered with all the information about all the x’s and y’s. I’ve heard some advice along the lines of “make sure that they…” and “tell them that you want…” and while all of that preparation may seem like a good idea, it is overwhelming for me.
I am dealing with job stress, career dissatisfaction, sick pets, a sick house, financial woes, and a crummy, lonely social life. My thought on dialysis right now is that I simply have to do it. I simply have to deal with it and whatever comes with it. It’s going to be part of my life for the foreseeable future, so there is no use worrying about how lousy of an experience it might be.
I don’t know how much I’ll write about dialysis…likely whatever I feel is helpful for me to write down. I don’t expect it will be a source of amusement or inspiration for anyone. It’ll just be what it is…an all-too public journal of how I deal with dialysis. I thought of starting a new blog in which I’d just write about dialysis, and I’d make it anonymous so it would not be encumbered by other personal details about my life, political beliefs, etc. I probably won’t be doing that.