bushy's Journal

   Today, just now, I joined the Dialysis Support Group.  Even though I am more fortunate than some of my fellow DPs in that I very rarely experience the drained and washed-out feeling so many of them seem to feel, I do feel like my body is letting me down one part at a time (above knee amputation 02/28/2007).  Dialysis is the last straw.  It's frustrating, time consuming, and a total crock.   It's just like standing on the brink of the pictured above waterfall, knowing da-- well I can't swim, and being washed away.  Seemingly, I have lost total control of me.  Maybe I said this in an earlier entry, BUT I want my life back.  Am I angry at the hand I've been dealt??  YA' THINK?