Oxnard—I don’t mean to take a line from Alice Cooper, but when you have kidney disease, every day is a nightmare.
THAT nightmare includes insane diet restrictions, having a perpetual foul taste in my mouth that never leaves you, well, maybe if you spend 24 hours a day at the water fountain, which is, of course, not possible.
It also means dealing with the worst nurses, technicians, and caregivers anywhere, who recline your chair against your will as you sleep, and when you wake up and wonder what happened, they point and laugh at you.
The worst part of my nightmare is vomiting, at least once a day, and sometimes it gets so bad that I vomit in my office trash can while I write the paper. It doesn’t matter what’s in my stomach; I woke up to write earlier, and I took a drink of water, which sent me running to the bathroom.
My time on Dialysis Island is running short, as my wife, Janis, will be my living donor, and we hope to be ready for the surgery this April. That means I’ll be out for a while, but there are plans in place while I can’t…
