Anotha One (for '26)
Welcome back to me sharing my journey as an ESRD patient (End-Stage Renal Disease) aka the last stage of Chronic Kidney Disease. It's like getting to the boss of the disease, but like, way more depressing because he keeps throwing red turtle shells at you, and you know those bitches are always on target. When we last left off, it was toward the end of April, and I was nearly two months into my aortic dissection heart surgery recovery. I was slowly getting stronger, though still relying on my walker to get around the house and around stores when running errands. I'd venture out on walks without it when feeling brave, but I always had someone with me, just in case. My chest was still very much sore and in pain at times, and it was difficult to lift anything heavier than 5 pounds without a wince out loud of pain. However, I had come a long way from needing help getting on and off a toilet while in the hospital. Talk about a humbling exp...