Chapter VI: Life in a box fort.

I’ll never forget looking out the window while the Baxter courier delivered my first two weeks of PD supplies. When he left, I was surrounded by a mountain of cardboard boxes. I could have built an epic fort, had I been so inclined. Sadly for the cat, I wasn’t. I remember a lot of my friends saying that this was when they properly realised this was their life for the foreseeable future. That was why

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Chapter V: Dialysis – A paper tiger?

On the 4th of August 2016, I went to have some routine bloods before a scheduled clinic appointment a few days later. I felt fine and went and wandered around the supermarket afterwards. But that evening, our landline rang. It almost never rings. On the other end was a registrar from the hospital. He explained that my bloods had shown a huge deterioration in my remaining renal function. My eGFR was down to 8, and

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A lot has happened in my life since I last wrote.

Water under the bridge

I haven’t written for almost eighteen months. No, I’m not dead. Yes, I’m still in the UK. No, I’m not on dialysis. Yes, I’ve started writing about what’s happened to me…

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