pwndcake

Craziness and turmoil in the dialysis world again. The unit I've been going to, the one that forced me to start going at 6:30am every morning without giving me warning, or giving me a chance to change locations, is closing its doors. Yes the company that runs it has decided after 6 months that having only 2 patients in a building built for 20 is not cost effective. So they're shutting the place down for at least 6 months while they try to find patients to fill it, and staff to take care of those patients. Where does that leave me? Well Apparently I have to choose a new unit, and a new schedule, by Monday. They're giving me my choices tomorrow.

It could be worse, I suppose. They could have just locked the doors this weekend and not have told me until I called them on Monday when I was unable to get dialysis. However, it could have been a lot better. It may just be the arrogance of growing up in a country that considered itself a beacon of freedom and fair play, but I'm always a bit offended when a company does all it can to skirt the edge of the worst possible way to treat their customers.

There is also finally an update on my peritoneal catheter. After six weeks of having a faulty, inoperative, catheter sticking out of my stomach, the surgeon finally got around to scheduling a date to make repairs. That day is November 27th - another four weeks from now. I don't know how long it will be after the surgery that I can enjoy the benefits of peritoneal dialysis, or even if I will. There is, of course, the chance that he'll get in there, look at how badly he screwed up last time, and determine that I am no longer eligible for a peritoneal catheter.

Once again the morbid and depressing thoughts start running through my mind. All the what ifs and what could be's chasing themselves in ever tightening circles. *sigh* Another month.... another month....