Now, remember my hair appointment yesterday? Well the nice volunteer waiting room lady complimented my hair. It made me happy. And it made me laugh. Never ever underestimate the power of freshly colored roots.
I am well aware that she was probably trained to say nice things to make people feel happy. The reality is no one looks good in the waiting room. It's a hot mess conglomeration of sleep deprived over caffeinated family members who had to get up at 5 and didn't get the pleasure of general anesthesia.
I'll tell you what, I know I complain about annoying people. Often. But for real the people here couldn't be nicer or more helpful. They even deployed a search and rescue team when they thought I wandered off and got lost. I went on a self guided hospital tour because I was bored of just sitting and reading. And really how many times can an adult re-read the Twilight series before people start throwing around the phrase "clinical diagnosis."
Erik will start dialysis and training on Tuesday. He claims he can drive himself and doesn't have a driving restriction for a few days after surgery. I am awaiting confirmation from the doctor that he is in fact making this up. I also learned that he may have the inpatient dialysis for as many as three weeks, not just one. It seems Erik felt he would have superior learning skills to others in the clinic and would only require one week of training. I'm going to make him start recording all conversations.
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