With Christmas in two days, I have had my boyfriend and his mom over for the usual Saturday Sabbath afternoon visit every other weekend. This time, I practically fell asleep in my chair. Embarrassing. DH came back to get into bed for the night as I was tired and have dialysis in the morning since the clinic will be closed on Monday, Christmas Day. I have mixed feelings about having to go to dialysis sometimes, but it is important that I go. I have been getting frustrated a lot this month, too. Yet dialysis is going smoothly for most of my treatments this month, but the machine has alarmed a lot last week and the week before. A new week begins tomorrow. I do not have a weekend this weekend or next because it is New Years Day next Monday.
I will be very honest, I am not looking forward to going to the clinic tomorrow. Knowing that You Buy We Fly does not take patients to appointments on Sundays because they are closed, and the company is closed on holidays, I get a message that they are picking me up tomorrow. I think Veyo has screwed up, again—I think. I quill see when time comes.
When it comes to dialysis and my regimen of fluid and sodium intake seriously, I do not fool around with my health despite how hard it can be some days. No one messes with me when I am very serious when it comes to my health—for the most part, anyway.