My First Dialysis Session (part 2)

Waking up about an hour later, I looked around hoping the nightmare that I had just gone through was just a bad dream. Alas, it was not the case. The nurses were walking around checking on the status of all patients along with the machine settings. But I was still hooked up to my dialysis machine.

As I scanned the room to look around, I noticed that all the beds were occupied. There were twelve beds in the room, all assigned a corresponding dialysis machine.

Later on, my friends came over with a box of pizza, my favorite. I'm one of those guys who likes their pizza plain and simple. So for me the cheese pizza is tops. Not that I'd turn down a pizza with toppings. But push come to shove, hands down the plain cheese pizza is my choice. Needless to say, I devoured much of the pie shortly.

I kept most of that time to myself. My face had no emotion, and my mind was elsewhere. I was looking at the TV screen but didn't know what was on. I was deep in thought, thinking of what life was going to be and how something like this could happen to me.

At that point though, I wasn't still fully aware of what the situation was, or what I would be facing in the future. All I knew that I had a big problem that involved my kidneys, and that I had to be hooked up to the machine. The docs were still checking and trying to figure out what exactly was happening. And they weren't about to concede that my kidneys were completely gone. I too was hoping this was just a temporary issue.

Before the session was over, and elderly man dressed in a white coat approached me. He was the nephrologist, well, now he was my nephrologist. He told me that kidneys weren't working properly, that they were doing tests to make sure they know what is happening, and given current state of my labs they had to initiate dialysis.

Shortly after, I was unhooked from the whizzing machine and wheeled back to my room.

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