Coordinator in the morning. I may have finally reached the point that I no longer need the medication which I have been taking to counteract the prednesone, and that is for them to determine, not me. I am not stupid enough to think that I could make that decision. If there is one thing that I have learned since first being diagnosed, it is listen to your doctor. That is their job. Because I have been listening all along and because I have someone who cares about me, I was able to get away from dialysis within about one year, when I know how many people who have been waiting for quite some time. Obviously, this is because of three things: first, there are not that many people willing to give up a kidney, second, if you don't do what your doctor tells you to do, the likelihood of you getting a kidney soon is not good, because if they give you one, they want it to last and three, some folks are just not in good enough shape to get a kidney because of other things that are going on with their health. Sigh! I have many friends I met while on dialysis.
When I was going, I used to take in orchids for the nurses, techs and clients to see because I figured they needed something to brighten their day. I have bought all the staff lunch, taken in goodies for all of them and bought candy for them to share. I appreciated the fact that they were doing a thankless job. They had to deal with people who did not want to be there, were grouchy, maybe because they did not feel well.
I could never look at the area that they were dialyzing, I just looked away, much as I used to do when I got a shot. As I said, I could not do their job, but I never missed one day when I was supposed to be there.