Dialysis @ the Center!

Today was my first time receiving dialysis at a treatment center. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. However, as soon as I walked in, the nurses and staff greeted me with warmth and kindness, which immediately brought a sense of relief. I participated in a brief orientation, met with a dietitian and a social worker, and was introduced to my nursing team. Although my mom was once again unable to accompany me into the treatment area, I felt more at ease knowing I was in such compassionate hands.

During treatment, I was able to work on coursework for my master’s program and, of course, watch a few movies. I typically manage to get through about two films, depending on their length. Initially, I was concerned about whether I’d be able to keep up with my studies during this period. And to be honest, it hasn't been easy—especially on the days when fatigue hits hardest. But having a consistent, dedicated three-hour block every other day has allowed me to stay on top of assignments and reading.

The treatment itself went smoothly, but unfortunately, the hours that followed were far more difficult. I suspect that having undergone three treatments that week took a toll on my body. I began experiencing one of the intense migraines that often follow dialysis for me, and I wasn’t able to manage the symptoms quickly enough. My body ached, and fatigue set in deeply. Despite this, I was determined to follow through on dinner plans I had made with coworkers. My mom drove me there because I wasn’t well enough to drive myself. By the time we arrived, I could barely walk, my muscles were aching, and I felt lightheaded. I managed just a few bites of food before getting sick on the way home. I was devastated, both physically and emotionally. I cried, showered, and went straight to bed, deeply discouraged at the thought that every treatment might feel this way.

Thankfully, aside from the recurring migraines, my subsequent treatments have been more manageable. Occasionally, I experience muscle soreness and a loss of appetite that can last for a couple of days, but the symptoms have not been overwhelming. I've learned that allowing myself to rest—especially taking naps when needed—has been key to managing my recovery and maintaining some sense of balance.