I’m getting really fed up with a particularly garrulous patient here at dialysis. If I were not reclined so that my face were hidden from his view by my dialysis machine, he would surely be talking me up, about any and every random thought that ran through his head.
As things are now, I’ve got my earplugs in, headphones on, and volume way up on the television. Yet, I can still hear Mr. X’s bellowing and frequent laughter, puncturing any peace I hope to have here at dialysis, which is a hopelessly unpleasant experience.
In the past, I’ve been sitting up in my bed watching tv, with the earplugs and headphones, and the tech has motioned to me and called my name, forcing me to remove my ear equipment, because Mr. X wanted to ask me if I had gotten my Diet Hansen’s soda at Trader Joe’s.
As I’ve said repeatedly, this nocturnal dialysis is simply not conducive to a relaxing night. There are the harsh lights, the beeping machines, and the patients and staff who treat the dialysis unit like a social gathering.
However, if I switched back to mornings, I’d be dealing with the noises fivefold. I was really looking forward to nighttime dialysis because the normal shift had felt so chaotic. Besides, the slower, longer dialysis I get at night is supposed to be better, physically.
I’ve always been very sensitive to noises, whether I’ve heard neighbors or dogs or car stereos while at home or coworkers or outside music while on the job. I desperately want quiet here at dialysis, but I know I’m never going to get it. I could tolerate dialysis so much more if I could rest in peace here.