So as I've said in other blogs when I moved out of my house my inner child took over and has never given up control. I confess I am truly addicted to being playful.
This shows up especially durinf my three days of dialysis. It is really important to me that the staff at the dialysis center are my family! I want to really know these people and how their lives go. They come in with incredible patience and upbeat attitudes. Some of the situations are surreal.
Last month there came a moment in time when we could hear Hazel (one of the techs) exclaiming loudly, "I need to remind you that you have needles in your arm. You have needles in your arm!" Surreal.
So it means I want to know the people who 'stick' me. The act of putting two needles into my fistula portal is something that must happen. It is an incredibly intimate process. Each time is a challenge and it must work. My neck portal has been removed and Frankies, my swaggering fistula, must step in every time.
But sometimes I worry that my play goes too far and then I find out. Margaret is a new tech to me. She is a floater filling in from Auburn. I knew her name so Tuesday when I came in she was nearby. I said, "Good morning Margaret; it's nice to see you again!" She looked very confused and answered "Do I know you?"
I said "Margaret, I'm hurt. We dated for almost two years and you've forgotten?" Her eyes were filled with even more confusion as she said, "We dated for two years?"
"Yes, back in 1931 in a past life." She wandered off as I prepared to get my needles installed by another tech. I told Carrie, the other tech, to apologize to Margaret because I was a goofball. Before Carrie could do that, Margaret came by. I apologized that I might have confused her - I told her I was a goofball. Then you know what she did? She looked at me and said, "You know, the two years we dated weren't all good time. I had to put up with you!" At that moment I knew Margaret had joined my family........
I am so filled with gratitude. I say it often. I get the opportunity three times a week to get my life saved again. What medical miracles and it happens ocer and over again. Thank you God; you must have some future plans for me. So I jump up and ask you to continue to make me your instrument with my voice and your words.
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