Oxnard—I was going to write about entering the ranks of Medicare today. Then I had a visit with my doctor, who informed me that I have elevated Albumin levels.
A week ago, I was told all my blood work was great.
Now that won’t do so; they’ve created a whole new set of problems. Ultimately, they’re doing everything they can to make sure that I won’t ever get out of this chair, and I’ll be here until I expire.
Also, I got the hard sell about doing dialysis in my arm instead of my chest. I won’t do that. There’s problems with it in my arm. Everybody knows that I have problems with low blood sugar, and if I have everything around my arm and I fall on the floor, which I often do when I’m having low blood sugar, the last thing I need is to land on my arm.
If I have everything come loose, I’ll be dead within a minute so hard no on that. They insisted and told me it’s safer, and I always respond and say I could be dead, how could being dead be safer?
If that’s not enough, it should be, but…
