With the month now February, I have to admit that today a dialysis technician has pissed me off today that this next week I will be talking to a technician I can trust at this time about it and see what should be done about it. Not only did this technician piss me off, but she also said something back in the day that it was not in her job description to help me on the scale, and it was a nurse’s job to help me. I found this comment rather snide and immature because other technicians and nurses help me make sure I do not fall or have a boo-boo on the scale without any problem. Anyway, this technician, named Londun said that I was talking too loudly and disturbing the other patients. I looked at her with a look of hatred and saw other patients were not even looking at my direction. If there was talking loudly coming from anyone, it was the nurse and technicians who were talking loudly in my direction. I was trying to have a conversation with my caregiver Jackie who called me, and I was trying to have a conversation with her with my nurse and three technicians having a conversation in my corner of the pod. Talk about loud voices. I was not a very happy camper in my pod today. I kept to myself watching Judge Joe Brown and my iPad today.
On Monday’s Dr. Anjum visits his patients, but not this week. He came today and made his rounds today. We talked about my goal weight being at 93 kilograms/205 pounds. We are close to 93 kilograms and leaving it there as of now. Why I saw Dr. Anjum today instead of Monday was more so his schedule this week was maybe a little more different then usual, but at least he did his clinic rounds this week and saw his patients this afternoon before I left for the weekend. At least I got to see him up close as well this week as well. I enjoy my weekly updates with him even when my phosphorous level may be a little too high sometimes because of when I take my medicine for eating it or do not. I admit I sometimes do not take my phosphorus pills to keep it low and normal, and some days and nights I pay the price of not with my itching ankles and toes on my feet. Even those massive Charlie horse cramps got me when I was younger and a teenager. Ouch, before I learned of my first kidney failure in when I was a junior in high school. Remembering the worse of all cramps while I was in the hospital when I learned of my kidney failure. Memories of the nastiest cramps I never feel anymore.
Anyway, I am glad the weekend has finally arrived because once I leave dialysis for the day and end of the week’s treatment, I am away from the clinic for a couple of days. After being told by Londun the technician to be quiet as I am disrupting the other patients for talking so loudly, I gave her the look of hatred for even saying a damn thing to me when she was NOT my technician today. Uugghh!