I came into dialysis tonight and immediately heard The Tech’s gospel blaring from the radio from 75 feet away, when I walked into the clinic. Now, I’ve been fed up listening to that radio for seven months now. I haven’t said anything, because, well, what’s the point of pissing off one of the two people in the clinic overnight who have got the power to kill you? Tonight, with Good Nurse out, The Tech seemed to feel comfortable tripling the volume. I snapped.
I dared to turn down the volume, significantly down. I vented to Sub Nurse that I had had enough. By initial blood pressure reading tonight was 177/98. That first reading is usually unusually high. It’s not really a wonder why. Sub Nurse dared to complete turn off the radio; apparently, it’s supposed to be off once patients arrive. It’s usually on past 11.
Well, The Tech wasn’t amused. She demanded to know who had turned off the radio. Sub Nurse said she had. Why? A patient had requested it. And I raised my hand.
The Tech was not amused.
Of course, she and Mr. X have been carrying on while I’ve typing this. I have headphones on and the TV’s going, but I don’t want to put the ear plugs in, and I don’t want to pump up the volume, because I am tired of giving myself ear aches.
I do not like writing about dialysis. Just trying to cope, to get through another night.