My first outpatients appointment on my own!

On Thursday I had to go to my first outpatients appointment and I went on my own. I did not have to go on my own, but I figure that I may as well get used to it as this is now how my life is going to be.

As well as going through my blood results, checking my waterworks and blood pressure I had to try and do the dreaded injection myself again! Now, this may sound bonkers but I had spent some time just holding the needle and getting used to the feel of it in my hand! The injection doesn't hurt so there is no reason whatsoever why I can't do it myself. Well I would just like to say that I am no longer incompetent!! Whoopee!!

Once all the boring stuff had been done my doctor came in to see me. I could tell by his face that something was bothering him. He basically said that he is battling with the decision of whether to put me on dialysis or not. He said that he didn't have any patients with function as low as mine who were not on dialysis and he was worried that I may become too poorly to have the transplant.

In the end he said he would leave me as I am for now but I got the impression that next time I go in, regardless of my blood results, I would be starting dialysis. Although a scary thought, I feel that the method I have chosen is right for me and the most un-intrusive method that there is.

As I was leaving I saw another doctor and he asked if I was coming to his clinic. It turns out that two of the doctors are fighting over having me on their list! How special do I feel?!? I think it must be because I am a slightly different case to your average and it must make life a little more interesting for them! I decided on which I would prefer on the basis that one was much straighter talking than the other, I can't be doing with waffle, just give it to me straight and I will deal with it!!

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