Tiredness.
Fatigue.
Chakkar every time I try to stand (for leaving the bed).
It started on a Monday, which is fine. It is a day I have a dialysis session, and some weariness is to be expected.
But the hitch/snag ran like a runny boiled egg.
I couldn’t take an (evening) walk on Tuesday {walks are a litmus test of my virility).
Wednesday no walk.
OK Thursday is also a dialysis day.
Friday no walk.
I love to walk.
It brings back my sanity. It motivates me and gets the precious oxygen flowing into my head.
I WAS PISSED.
Why is this happening?
I drank less water. Nothing happened. I ate light food. Nothing happened. I didn’t exert. Nothing happened. I slept as long as I should have had (and more). Nothing.
Why this?
WHY THIS?
I couldn’t ask the doctor who inquires after my tabiyat (every other day). Why? He would say it happens. Dialysis makes you tired. It happens to all other patients. It’s just something that happens. Occupational hazard this.
But when there was no relief (at all, till Sunday) it was too much to take for the Lead Managing Principal Management Level Serial Executive Procastinator- Nikhil Dayal.
I’ll ask the Doctor tomorrow (Monday).
The young medic came to my bed and asked my tabiyat. Nice chap. He makes an effort to venture near about the patients’ heads so they don’t have to labor to speak loudly. He is polite, courteous, soft spoken and well mannered. Nice chap.
I told him ki khade hone par chakkar aata hai. He advised me to check my blood pressure (BP) when it happens. If the BP is consistently low, there would be a need to revise the dosage of the medication (to a lesser MG).
Next day (Tuesday) when I woke up, and tried to get out of the bed again, another chakkar came. I took the BP reading using the electronic hypertension monitor.
86/56.
Very low.
I didn’t take BP meds all day today.
It creeped up as the day passed on.
100
105
110
Its 6oclock, BP has reached a (respectable) threshold (of 110).
I could finally go out for a walk now.
I did so. It was so good :) :) :)
Throughout the day, I was taking a BP reading every few minutes.
I could have easily checked it 150 times. I was not counting. It could have been more. I will need to get the batteries changed at this rate (all 5 of them).
At one point I realized something.
There was a reason why I was taking the measurements so frenetically.
I had huge trauma related to blood pressure.
It was the root cause of my illness.
My biopsy stated my kidneys had failed due to hypertension.
I was admitted to the hospital when I had trouble breathing, and the BP read 230/180.
Today was the first day in the last 700 odd ones when I could gauge the measure all I wanted and it would be on the right side of good health.
Good day this.
I’ll milk this bxtch.
150 and counting.
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