It’s 10:30 at night, and I wish I didn’t need to have noise-canceling headphones jacked up on my iPod, and earplugs crammed in so that I could have some slight semblance of peace. But being at the dialysis clinic entails that, because several patients and one member of the staff treat this like a social gathering, and it’s a loud social gathering. When there’s a break in the music, and I hear the cacophony, a little rage sets in. I can’t bear the thought that I may very well have years of this. (I’m thinking this transplant possibility is not happening; I’d rather not get into it. Maybe I’ll get lucky, but hope seems rather dangerous right now).
Maybe I ought to go back to the 6am shift. That was loud, too, but I’d manage to fall asleep. I’d sleep in my own bed the night before. My dog wouldn’t be heartbroken because I’d leave him for the night just a couple of hours after getting home from work.
I’ve been very worn-out on Tuesdays and Thursdays at work, so the overnight shift of dialysis isn’t necessarily the best thing for my job. I’d get to work at noon when I did AM dialysis in September, but I felt ok once I got to work.