Well, I tell ya, that new blog of mine, http://imfamousgivemeakidney.blogspot.com is taking off. So far, 4 famous people have logged in and added their famousosity to the mix. The kidneys will be rolling in any day now...any day now...any day... hey people! get those kidneys on the way right now. You're not really using them, are you? Well, ok...maybe you are. But you've probably got a spare that you could...um, spare, right?
Ok, now, I really need to think up a way of preserving all those kidneys that are going to come in. That could be problematic. I only pick up my snail mail about every 10-14 days. Hmmm, and if you saw my backyard, you'd know how challenged I am in taking care of igloos and other coolers. I don't think it's a good idea for me to receive the donated kidneys for others. But hey, if you're donating one to me, we'll work out some special delivery options.
What's been going on in the nocturnal dialysis center? I'm not getting enough sleep, but what else is new? Did I tell you about the janitor that knocks your chair while you're sleeping? He's kinda the "Terminator w/a mop." And then there's all the beeping and buzzing that goes along with dialysis machines. Oh, and a couple of snorers...but I can't be too bitchy about that because I snore when I sleep on my back.
I can't help wondering though, if there would be fewer nocturnal patients needing oxygen during their treatments, if they were allowed to sleep in a different position-- other than on their backs. You see, I think some of the snoring could be cut by being able to change positions...and that less snoring would mean less oxygen needed. But that's just my crazy hypothesis.
In any case, I wear my noise canceling headphones to keep the noise level down so I can sleep. But I really think I'm going to have to get out of my chair and strangle that janitor if he wakes me up again with his mopping!
Got a call from the social worker the other day to check in with me-- since I missed my appointment with her due to technical difficulties (I'll blog about that later). She wanted to know how I felt about a recent personnel change. They didn't exactly give me advance notice that a new nurse would be coming in-- but hey, I've already bitched about that enough and have gotten to the point to where I don't give a flying fuck.
Well, that's true. I will always give a flying fuck...but well, I don't have the time or energy for much more than a flying fuckette.
Anyhoo, the new nurse seems alright. He only once tried to tuck me in-- argh! They don't know that if I wanted a tuck-in I'd want a good night kiss and a glass of milk, too. Better back off, Nursy, I can tuck myself in and I know all you really want is to get a load of my hotness in my jammies.
The nutritionist had a lapse this week-- and put a smiley face on my progress report. I don't know why these "professionals" haven't gotten a clue that most of us dialysis patients don't want to be treated like kindergarteners. I want "just the facts, ma'am." When I have to share my lab results with another professional, I'd rather them not see that I've done a "great job!!!11!!!!111!"
I have heard rumors about other dialysis centers considering the in-center nocturnal option. And a couple of those centers are closer than the one I visit now. I am very loyal to the doctor who runs the nocturnal study I'm currently in-- I would hate to move away from her. But-- it's a pain in the ass to drive 1.5 hours each way to get nocturnal dialysis 3 times a week. That's time I could be using for other things-- like surfing for pictures of Robert Pattinson or getting my toenails painted.
Well, I'm going to have to wrap this up since I'm writing on my lunch break. Get that, my sweet employer-- I'm blogging during my lunch break, no worries... I'm on my laptop. I'm being a good girl, for once.
Nitey nite to you...