. . . and boy, my arms are tired.

I just erased everything I'd been typing for the past hour, because it bored me to tears.  I don't have much to say today.  I'm tired and achy.  Yesterday's dialysis wiped me out.  I feel like I need someone to carry my arm around for me.  It aches and feels heavy.  I had a hard time just washing my hair.  It takes a lot of abuse.  Mom said that the other day, my dad said out of the blue, "You mean they stick her arm like that every time she goes?".  Yes, Dad.  Every time.