So the HD nurses had no choice but to endorse me to the ER and have me admitted. Then there was the IV needle insertion again that I hate the most.
By the way, this one I'm talking about is the second admission I had in 1 week.
I still have very bad headache and high blood pressure every now and then, and specially during HD. We deduced that it could be the dialyzer I was using, the one given by my Tita from the States. We think that the dialzyer only fits for Americans, with their large frames and not to someone like me who's as thin as a wafer stick.
Oh something really nice happened right after I got out of the hospital. I was still wearing my PJs and patient wrist ID, mom and I went to buy a few clothes for me because I have been complaining about not having clothes that fit my new body frame. But mind you, that wasn't "shopping" for all that it means. It was shopping alright, but "thrift shopping" category. But nevertheless, I look good on them, and they do look expensive.. hahahah #poser!
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And it's called SHOPPING THERAPY. BOW
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