Things were going pretty well throughout most of April. I was still working full-time and I thought I was managing my kidney disease pretty well. I had switched to the last dialysis shift on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (4:00 PM - 8:00 PM), leaving the better part of my weekends free.
In late April the bottom fell out. I had uncontrollable diarrhea and vomiting for three straight days and I had to pay Saint Joseph’s Hospital yet another visit. I was septic and spent three days undergoing tests to find the infection. Never did find out what it was that dropped me in my tracks, but the doctors’ best guess was some sort of bacterial infection that was later compounded by some sort of viral infection. Or vice versa; they didn’t know.
