I’m out! I pissed a bunch of people off in the process, which tends to happen when you go AMA. The attending physician is the same one I had two other times, and he’s a megadouche. He keeps testing me for diuretic abuse. It keeps coming back negative, but good for him for taking a theory and not giving up on it? Asshole.
I was supposed to have a temporary dialysis access put in today to deal with uremia and hyperkalemia (there’s that fucking word again), until I can get a more permanent access placed by a surgeon. Very few people showed up today because of the snow delay this morning (come on people – it was one inch of snow! ). This is no longer an if. It’s going to happen. I have an appointment next week, providing the snowpocalypse doesn’t decimate the entire city. Until my access is placed and ready to use, I have to take bicarb and drink kayexalate. That’s the worst stuff ever, and is not without major risks. I may still have to have a temporary access put in to run dialysis if the other stuff doesn’t work well enough, i.e. I start having heart arrythmias or signs of encephalopathy.
The bleeding has mostly stopped, but I’ll continue to take the progesterone to keep it from starting up again too soon. My blood count is up, which is pretty spiffy. I feel like it’s a little easier to breathe.
So, that’s enough of that. I’m preparing for the storm by filling a bunch of pitchers and nalgenes with filtered water, digging out the winter gear in case the power goes out (and in case I feel compelled to leap into snow drifts). I’m downloading Blade & Soul to appease my inner ninja. Yep. I’m happy to be home. I just hope I didn’t make a terrible mistake. Manchild agrees with my decision, so I guess I either haven’t completely lost my mind, or we’re both out of our minds. Your guess is as good as mine.