Monday, December 12, 2011
Sometimes it hits me in the face that going to dialysis is a constant part of my life. There have been some days lately when I really just wanted to stay in bed. I have felt very emotional and raw. But I have forced myself to get out of bed and go. I know it is what is best for me. When I went Thursday, I had a very good, uneventful session. So talking myself out of bed Saturday was a little easier. Until I got there. My fistula had some sort of spasm, and it infiltrated. It hurt so badly. I had to be stuck again, too. It's still really sore and bruised. I just sat there and cried. Sometimes that's all I can do.