When life knocks you down, calmly get back up, smile, and say. "You hit like a bitch."

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So it finally happened.

Ok, So I got peritonitis. The dreaded infection that strikes fear in the heart of every PD patient. It is our worst nightmare. It lands us in ICU fighting for our lives. It’s a very scary infection. It is fatal in some cases.

I woke up last Wednesday morning and my dialysis fluid was murky. So we rush over to the hospital with a sample to be tested and I was finally forced to start taking my anti-biotics. Both of them. I has some stomach ache on Wednesday and Thursday. But that’s it really. I had no other symptoms. What a total yawn fest! I didn’t feel ill at all.  The nurses from the PD dept at the hospital kept phoning me daily in a mad panic to monitor me. The conversation would go like this.

PD dept:  “Hello Mrs. Harrison, this is Melita from PD. How are you feeling today? (asked very tentatively, like I’m about to break)

Me: “Hi Melita! I’m really well, how are you today?” (very chipper as always)

PD dept: “Um, Mrs. Harrison how is the pain and the infection? (total confusion that I’m not sounding like I’m dying)

Me: “Oh that! Yes. I’m feeling really well, taking the anti-biotics everyday!” (chipper)

PD dept: “O-ok. Well……………..if you need anything just phone us hey.” (more of a question than a statement really, still very confused)

I think they really expected me to be very ill. I got a call from the nurse who does the blood work. She told me on Friday that I have quite a bad infection, asked how I felt, I told her what I told Melita. I’m absolutey dead sure she thought I was putting on an act. But really, I wasn’t. The medication makes me feel worse than anything. It’s awful stuff. I have been very bad with taking it, I take one, then forget a day then I remember. Really bad on my part. I better get my butt into gear and start getting serious with these meds.

But really, I was told peritonitis is very bad, I would land in ICU and it can be fatal. And apparantly my infection was very bad. I had a very high leucocyte count. Hence all the worried phone calls. I found it a total bore really. The meds make me feel dizzy and drop my blood pressure. Which make me feel really pissed off. If there is one thing I hate, it’s feeling dizzy. So I can’t wait for the course to be finished. Then life can carry on as usual.

The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us. 
Francois de la Rochefoucauld