Despite staring at my phone most of the day yesterday, and doing my best to will it to send me a call from UNMC, there was no call. There could be any number of reasons for this, so I'm not going to lose any sleep over the lack of a call. Just the same, it's a bummer to think that I will probably have to wait until Monday to hear anything.
With this being a dialysis day, I have time to continue willing my phone to ring. It's not working out yet, but it's not for a lack of trying.
Receiving a treatment on the day before dialysis usually means there's lots of fluid to come off. Today was no exception. I came in at 90.6 kg, which is pretty high for me these days. I'm hoping to leave this morning around 87.5. I'll need to stay running the entire four hours to hit that goal. Lately, that's been hard to do, because my feet tend to cramp up after around three hours. I made it all the way through on Thursday, which was a first for June. Things are going well so far. I'm two hours in and I'm better than halfway to my goal.
In yesterday's post, I wrote that it seemed like since dialysis started, Jeannie and I haven't been out and about too much. Thanks to an awesome wedding anniversary gift from her son, Paul, Jeannie and I went to see the production of "Wicked" last night.
This was my first big-time musical experience. I was a sound and light guy for our high school musicals, but that was a long time ago, and clearly not the same thing. The whole experience was great. We had decent seats and "Wicked" was fabulous.
When the curtain came down for the final time of the night, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I always choke up a bit after watching performers come out for their bows at the conclusion of a performance. It's moving to me to feel the appreciation coming from the crowd, when it's clear that the performers brought their A-game to the evening's show.
I'm not so sure there weren't other factors that moved me to tears last night. It was great to be doing something normal for a change on a Friday night. Since Saturday is a dialysis day, I try to get to bed by 9pm, to make sure I'm well-rested for the next day's session. It was almost midnight when we got home last night, so this was a big break from the norm. It was worth the lack of sleep just to be able to get out without thinking about kidneys, CLL, and transplant phone calls. I managed to not think about not getting the call, and was able to lose myself in the moment. A great moment.
So, the waiting continues for the call.
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