And four hours it is

Well, we had rounds today. The nurse practitioner, Linda, came in to do her rounds. I like her. She is very pleasant and she does so well remembering us and our families. I asked if my time could be shortened. Not yet. She wants to see that my blood is consistently getting cleaner.

I want to have more time for me and my family. But, I want to live too. Right now, she is not ready to let me cut my time. I will continue to watch my liquid intake and my diet. I am sure that she will cut me back to 3 1/2 hours soon. I really feel like I am doing very well.

Been getting a little nauseated when I try to eat after dialysis. Maybe it is the vicodin during treatment? I had a junior burger from sonic Wednesday before I got on, the took the pills. I did not get sick when I ate dinner. A nice change from the previous 3 treatments.

I have been so crazy busy at work this week. I need to call the transplant coordinator first thing on Monday. I have to reschedule the testing. Not completely sure what all it consists of. I know the bottom line is; am I healthy enough for the surgery? Will I be compliant and take all my meds?

I will be both. But I am scared of the surgery. I also am a little bothered by the idea of some other person's kidney floating around in my body. It just seems so weird to me. Something that is part of another human being will be surgically put into me. Am I crazy? Or does this seem weird to anyone else?