To say the least, it's been a difficult time since my dad died. Everything went very well regarding services, family, etc. My family and I appreciate all of the outpouring of sympathy and love.
Dialysis is a reminder that life must go on. I missed one treatment, on the day of visitation, but I did okay. I'm back in the grind. It's been more difficult to sit there, though. I feel more restless and anxious than usual. My anxiety level has been pretty high in general. However, Friday, I had a short break from my troubles. One of my fellow patients, who is usually very quiet, was apparently on some very good pain medicine for another problem she's having. I was in my solemn world, when all of a sudden she burst out into song -- "Under the boardwalk, down by the sea . . . ". It made me laugh and forget about life for a while. You can't help but join in when you hear that song. Maybe if we sang our way through dialysis every time it would go by a lot faster and be something we actually looked forward to.