When the doctor told me I was in 4th stage CKD (chronic kidney disease) I didn't believe him, it had been 11 years since I was told that i was in stage 2. From 2010 until 2017, I fluctuated back and forth between stages 2 and 3. Suddenly, in July 2018, I was in stage 3. and had to undergo a series of blood tests to determine my level of kidney function or lack thereof. The one thing the doctor was very concerned about is something called the creatinine level. The normal range is .06 - 1.2 milligrams. My levels? 8.6. Very very high. This is want to send me to the hospital on the eve of Xmas, 2018.
I was on my way to work at
a church to complete the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day bulletins when I received
a call from my Nephrologists office to “go directly to the closest emergency
room.” Do not pass go. Do not collect $100 dollars. Do not go to work. I spent Christmas 2018 in
Chestnut hill hospital.
At first, they were going to start emergency dialysis because my
creatinine was 8.9, but th next day it had gone down to 6.2. My nephrologist wanted me to wait, and come to
his hospital so that he could oversee the procedure.
Finally, I
accepted the truth: I was in renal
failure. I still wasn't in full acceptance
and I didn't really understand what I was in for. Even tho it was explained to me, I didn't
fully understand, even after I was in the process.
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