Amazing. Would you believe my GFR has gone UP since it was tested in April? A year ago, 26. Then 30 or 31 and I figured that was as good as it was gonna get. Now, 36 or so. The doc said of course there’s a margin of error but I am well into the 32 to 39 range. I got Puzzle to thank and clean air. Getting away from noise pollution has been a huge plus.
I do know kidneys tend not to restore. They say that about bone density as well but mine restored! Why? I am one lucky bitch. I am not counting on a miracle. I am only thrilled to be alive and free.
Mental illness isn’t even a consideration. Even though I said I had insomnia. No way do they think the exhaustion I get all the time is depression. Celiac disease is certainly on the table. I have never given that one a passing thought, though I have heard people with anorexia can develop it.
I guess they are less worried about dehydration at this point but I still have terrible abdominal pain. They found that I have miniature kidneys. The ultrasound guy asked me if one had been removed. I said no. Then he looked around more and said he found the little sucker. My wording, of course. Truth is, he was very polite and also concerned. Hmmm. I used to want to disappear but I wasn’t wishing that on my kidneys. Are they on a diet? Better send them to ED care fast! They’re twins, you know. This stuff runs in families. Okay, I will stop being punchy.
Here in this poor country, in a hospital that, like most here, ain’t the Ritz, I am touched by the amazing kindness and respect given to me by everyone here. They can’t afford pillows or towels or johnnies. But respect and the recognition that I am human is priceless.