So, back again after a rather lengthy absence. What can I say? Nothing worth writing about was going on.

So, lets start with a follow up to the schedules post, shall we?

Schedules.
Official or unofficial, everyone has one and lives by one. The dialysis department is no different. So, why is there always a select group of people who feel the need to make sure that their personal schedule fraks with everyone else`s as much as possible?

Cyanide and Happiness is a campy little online comic that I love. It's bitter and sarcastic, abut darkly funny all at the same time. Today's comic: a dark look at transplant.

Nothing substantial happens here. This is just me complaining about dialysis and may unit.

So, Thunder Bay has a Blues Fest every summer and a friend of mine convinced me to go. I shelled out $50 for the weekend and didn't think to move dialysis. No big deal. I just took off around 4:30 and got there a little early.

Now the fun begins. . .

So, while all my friends and family are having/attending BBQ's and drinking their faces off, where will I be?

That's right. On a date with my stupid boyfriend that I can't dump AKA the dialysis machine.

There's no justice in the world.

Wow, it has been a while, hasn't it?

Well, summer has officially come to stay in my part of the world. Finally. And, with this brings my longing to go swimming.

Of course, I then think about what would be required for me to actually go swimming.

On second though, I'm content with parking my chair in 8 inches of water and simply lounging with my feet in the water, my sunglasses on and a nice bottle of. . . . something in my hand.

A good friend or two wouldn't hurt either.

Don't forget your sunscreen either kids!

Perm cath vs. Fistula.

Everyone has an opinion on the matter and I think I'm in the minority when I say I hate my fistula and wish I had never had it done.

I feel a need to fill the gap. This is what I do. I hate awkward silences, even if they are online.

So, I've been re-watching The 4400, this terribly underrated science fiction series about 4400 people who were abducted over 60 years, given special powers (mind reading, pre-cognition, healing, moving things with their brain. . .) and sent back to earth with the mission to save the future of humanity.

This has what, exactly, to do with dialysis and what not?

GETTING THERE! BE PATIENT!!

Anyway, the healer character (Shawn, for those who care) got me thinking. . .

ETA: The title of this entry? Absolutely nothing to do with it. I was lacking for a title and Cowboy, Take Me Away was playing on my iTunes, so, there you go.

I officially hate the internet. I had a lovely journal about how I'm a freak all written up and then I did something and the whole thing disappeared. What a rip!

Of course, looking back on the entry, it was really just me bragging about how I kicked ass in university, despite being on dialysis.

Since I don't have the want to write it all up again, you people are going to get some FUNNEH STORIES! from my Dialyse This journal.

I have come to the conclusion that dialysis is boring.

Wow. Took you this long?

Well, no. I always had a feeling that it was boring, but I'm just now realizing HOW boring.