It still really really really really really really sucks.
That was an arbitrary number of reallys. It’s 5am, I’m in bed, feeling like I’m on my 14th hour of dialysis treatment. No intellectual capacity for colorful language.
I cannot overestimate how much dialysis takes away from my ability to have a semblance of a life.
Don’t be a smartass and point out how I owe my life to dialysis. Yes, I know. No dialysis, and I’m six feet under.
I need a transplant. I need it yesterday.
Kind of like I needed my kidney out twenty years ago.
Having the kidney out now is like…nope, can’t come up with that perfect metaphor right now…
No ability from my phone app to turn off comments. No comments please.