Life at dialysis continues to go smoothly this week. Today, the lines needed to be blue on red and red on blue, but I got dialyzed in three hours and fifteen minutes without too much havoc. I moved enough a few times, so the machine beeped its dislike of my movements of the arms. Sorry, I had some itchy spots today to scratch. Oops. Anyway, I felt I got in and out of the clinic in good time, but getting home seemed to be the only challenge of the afternoon in the heat of the day. I survived it, but I wonder if the ears of the driver survived my ramblings.
I get nervous with some strangers.