Julie has been commuting to her work in Adelaide a few days a week for more than a year now. So, for a change of pace, we decided to start our New Year by driving there together for a working holiday – she would work while I’d be on holiday!
There’s nothing as romantic as a road trip, where we could check out the delights of remote Victorian and South Australian country along the way. When you fly, you leave home, sit in a tube for an hour or so and you are there. On a road trip, the holiday starts as you pull out of your driveway. (more…)
BigDandMe is all about living well on dialysis.
Hard to imagine when we first hear the bad news: I’m going on dialysis. Then, our life seems to be consumed by shock, anger and not a little fear. But for most of us, that doesn’t last, because after a few weeks, we start to feel well again, and our resilient side comes to the fore. Our life is not over, just different. And dialysis is the price of the ride.
It is always great to hear of other BigD-ers with this living-life-to-the-full attitude.
Wayne Cooper LSBM at DELA
Like Wayne Cooper, a board member of that wonderful South Australian institution, the Dialysis Escape Line Australia*. DELA’s main goal in life is to set up temporary dialysis units at resorts and on cruise ships to allow patients a holiday, without the stress and difficulties commonly experienced when organising treatment away from home. (more…)
This time the adventure began when I went to the toilet. When I looked at the result I saw a black mass surrounded by red wine that I don’t remember drinking. My heart fell: not good. I thought, will I tell Julie and have to go back to that damned ED? Or will I just stay quiet and hope it is a one-off?
I flushed and began to walk away when I needed to go again.
Same result, with more red wine. Actually, all red wine. Er Julie, have a look at this. She looked at me with just a touch of anxiety, looked into the bowl and said: Pack your hospital stuff, we’re going to Emergency, no arguments.
Blood transfusion Number 1
I hate it when I’m, right. (more…)
With my heartbeat restored to normal rhythm by those wonderful people at the Austin Emergency Department, life was sweet again.
Then on the evening of my third day back on BigD, about an hour into the run: crippling stomach pains. What the hell is this? Over the last few weeks, I’d had a niggling stomach ache, which I had attributed to a series of hotter than usual curries from my lunch shop. As you do.
I’ve been losing weight lately, so I’ve taken to having a hot meal at lunchtime to try and beef up a little. I go to the same place most days, called ThreeAteThreee (‘cos it’s at 383 Camberwell Road, of course). It’s owned by a Chinese couple called Rick and Too-Shy-to-Say. Rick is a great cook. He makes a main meal every day: one day chicken, the next day beef. Usually, it is a curry (more…)
I’m back home. Well and truly. And what a wonderful trip it was. We spent nine days in Portugal (Lisbon and Cascais), two in Madrid and four in London, a total of 15 days.
My original plan for this post was to write a little about the trip and a lot about the dialysis experience: how it went, how I managed, what I liked, what I didn’t, what I would do differently, what may be useful when you plan your trip. But life, in the form of a call from home, interrupted this plan. It’s my internal top story, and it’s pushed dialysis aside. (more…)
Lisbon: we were having a ball. Different, amazing buildings; windy, cobbled lanes; tiny yellow trams squeezing through cramped mediaeval streets, shops with never-seen-before stuff that’s hard to resist. History at every turn. And here comes one of those delightful No 28 trams. Will we catch it? Absolutely. Where’s it going? Who cares! (more…)
I’ve been missing in action for the last few weeks, for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, our No.2 Son just married his lovely fiancé here in sunny Melbourne (on the beach at Elwood). It was a great wedding, but they live in London, so Julie and I have been pretty busy preparing. Not much time for blogging.
Hi all you BigD-ers and supporters. Have a great Christmas! I hope the day brings you joy and something nice to eat. This post is just for Christmas.
This post is just for Christmas.
A Christmas Story
As part of my Christmas, earlier this week I had an interesting experience. I went for my usual Christmas haircut at my usual barber. The guy settling into the chair before me was an elderly gentleman who has owned one of the local coffee shops (more…)
I have often wondered if my kidneys were programmed to fail when I was born, or if they were simply the victim of a rough and tumble world; or maybe a bit of both.
I know, everybody is different, but maybe my case could be useful for others.
I had some kind of blockage that stopped urine from leaving my left kidney, which eventually destroyed it. It happened when I was 19, full of beans, and in the Navy. (more…)
Living a full life on dialysis is not just for a lucky few that somehow stay healthy and energetic between BigD runs. It’s a state of mind. Just because I dialyse doesn’t mean I can’t do things. Simple things like getting out of the house for a while: going for a walk or a coffee with a friend, going to a movie or the football. or walking the dog.
Then for a little more adventure, maybe go somewhere out of town on a non-BigD day: to an art gallery or festival in the country, or a shopping trip somewhere new, or a boat or train trip to see the sights along the way, with a lunch or afternoon coffee as a reward when you arrive. (more…)