My first dialysis session was a piece of cake...low and slow and about two and a half hours. I chattered like a circus monkey but got the lay of the land a bit and came home with two small booboos.
The second session was going just fine until I bent my arm (to see if I could stitch), infiltrated, and all hell broke loose. Three techs and what felt like minor surgery later and I came home with instructions to ice the arm, six booboos and enough tape to circle the globe.
Today? I thought I was doing fine, but after an hour the nurse pulled the plug. Literally.
So I'm home with Buzzy under an ice pack and an appointment at 8am Friday morning to have him checked at the access center and then we'll try again with the dialysis on Friday afternoon.
Greusome, I tell ya. Just freakin greusome. Between the eyeball and a now very swollen and black and blue arm, I look like a character in a Stephen King novel.