Yet another !*?*?*! adventure?

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

Blood transfusion Number 1

I hate it when I’m, right. (more…)

Lisbon adventure #1

1-pickp-001Lisbon: 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…)

Christmas snippet

1-uncleHi 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’m a HemoDialysis Ghost

Now for something completely different, from googleMWgalaxy42.com, dated 29 June 2019.

I’m a Hemo Dialysis Ghost and I’m OK

A couple of weeks ago the bosses at the HDGhosts.com asked us to write a review of our job for their recruitment website (for money!).  Here’s my review.

I’m getting ready for my fifth session as a HD Ghost.  So far it’s been an OK  job.  Not exactly hard work, though it does take a day or two until you feel well again after each session.  But the pay is pretty good, and since it’s the first real job I’ve ever had, and I’m 28, and my dad has never had a job, I’ll stick at it for a while yet. (more…)

Crowdsourcing Dialysis Poetry

Now for something completely different.

Just for fun, if you haven’t already seen it, have a look at this:

Dumb Ways to Die is a multi-award-winning public service announcement campaign by Metro Trains in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia to promote rail safety. (more…)

Struck by Lightning on Dialysis

We had a joyful occasion about a month ago:  our only daughter Kathy had a baby girl.  Since Julie was a midwife, she was there with Kathy’s husband, throughout the birth.  Kathy had her baby at the Mercy Hospital Family Birth Centre, which was just wonderful.

I wasn’t invited to that particular party (and that was fine with me), so I waited most of the time in the Centre’s appropriately named Waiting Room.  Kathy started proceedings at home and went to the Family Birth Centre after about 16 hours.  She was admitted at about 9pm and had the baby at around 3pm the next day: a long labor (and lots of waiting). (more…)

Dialysis Downtime up in the “air”

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Approaching a difficult landing…

Life away from the BigD machine can be pretty good sometimes.  Julie gave me a birthday present in August which was booked out three months ahead – a Boeing 737 Airliner flight simulator.  My trip was for an hour, flying into and from our local airports and then into and from an airport of my choice.

I have flown a plane (non-simulated) before.  I learned to fly a Cessna 150 in Albury, about 35 short years ago.  (It is only since I reached my 50s that I have been able to say 30 years of this, (more…)

Stopping Dialysis: how long before The End?

sunsetGetting bogged on a muddy road is not normally a life-threatening situation.  Unless you are driving 475km (300 miles) for dialysis on a muddy dirt road after floods.  A guy in the Queensland outback was doing exactly that three days ago, travelling from Mt Isa to Doomadgee Hospital, a nine-hour trip.  He and three companions, including his son, were travelling along the muddy Thorntonia Rd, a 56km (35 mile) stretch about half way there, when they were hopelessly bogged.

They spent the night in the car (more…)