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DIabetes and Dialysis #5
Welcome to the fifth installment of my blog as I start down the road towards starting dialysis. It helps me so much that I can write this and have others read about what I am going through.
I went for a tour of the dialysis center that I will be using once the dialysis starts. I really don't know whether this has helped me or not. I will tell you that I still would recommend it to anyone who has to go down this path. If nothing else it gives you the opportunity to meet those that will be taking care of you. It also is another opportunity to talk to these people and ask questions.
When I was diagnosed with T2 it was in the doctors office. A diet was setup and I was given a set of do's and don'ts. When the diet and exercise was not controlling my BG any longer that was noticed by my doctor and we started oral medication. In 1998 when I went on insulin threapy is was my idea and it was in my doctors office. I have never had a hospital stay caused strictly by my diabetes. I found out on my tour of the dialysis center that I will be required to start my treatment with a 3-4 day stay in the hospital. To be honest that really p***ed me off.
I always thought that I would just go to the dialysis center for that first treatment and just let it rip. The chance of a hospital stay never even entered my mind. LIke most of us I loath hospitals. I used to visit folks in the hospital for my church in NJ. I never liked doing that but I felt I was lead to do it. I do not even like walking in the front door. Now I learn that I am in for a 4 day stay. Damn.
Each one of us is different. Some like to get the bad news a little at a time. I am one of those people who likes it all right now. I want to do this whole internal processing thing ONCE. Not over and over again.
My surgery to place my fistula is healing nicely. I have an alergy to adheasives used on tapes and bandaides and I was starting to itch really bad. I also had some of the most beautiful colors of purple on my arm that went right along with the remanants of that yellow stuff they put all over you in the hospital when they do surgery to prevent infection. Some of the people I work with thought I was just showing my support for LSU football in the most personal way possible. Well there is humor in all of this after all.
Once I got that darned tape off the purple started to disappear and now my arm is back to its normal color. Albeit except for the area right around the incision which is still a little pinkish.
When I took the tour of the dialysis center they asked if I was doing my post surgery exercises. What exercises? I guess I was supposed to be squeezing some kind of ball to help this thing heal and mature for use. Now why didn't some one tell me that after the surgery. So I told them no and they presented me with this little egg shaped squeezy thing that I am supposed to squeeze on. The damned thing has what looks like three renditions of Marge Simpson. One with orange hair and the other two with different shades of purple. Ummm...excuse me but like I'm a dude. Can I get something in a John Wayne motiff? Well there is humor in all of this after all. Or at least my wife seems to think so. I personally and undecided. I am sure she will give me my opinion in the next couple of days.
I have an appoitment with my kidney doctor (nephrologist) this coming Tuesday so we shall see where the labs come out. I actually think I am getting to the point of "let's just get this crap started".
About time for the hockey playoff game to start so I need to finish this up. Thanks to all of you on Tu that read this blog. You help and support me in ways you could never realize.