Bruised

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.