I went to see my nephrologist today. I am supposed to visit monthly but actually hadn’t been since May. His office is somewhat depressing and often behind schedule, but I have to admit, I actually like the guy. It’s nice that he treats me like an adult and I can be honest with him. When I went to Children’s for so many years the doctors were similarly top notch, but it was tough being considered a child after turning 17. I have had to tell ukelele playing clowns to fuck off way too many times. That was kind of a tangent, but definitely telling. Imagine being an eighteen year old in a dialysis clinic filled with children in various stages of illness, all screaming, crying, laughing and talking to form a wretched cacaphony. All I ever wanted to do was sleep, so when on top of all this chaos going on, the clowns showed up and wanted to play me a song, I can only say that I wished I could get out of bed so that I could stick that mini guitar where the sun don’t shine. Anyways, the doctor’s appointment was uneventful. Calcium, hemoglobin, parathyroid all in check. Just a regular day for a dialysis patient.
