Hey, I'm Jason. I'm a chronically-ill-super-freedom-loving-medical-self-journalist.
Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly be any more fun.
On Friday, I had outpatient surgery at UCLA for the insertion of a “permacath.” This catheter, sometimes called a Hickman Catheter, is a set of tubes the docs install to make dialysis possible. It’s my blood faucet.
Surgery was relatively uneventful. The aftermath was a little messy. I basically threw up (probably from the anesthetic) all the way from Westwood to my home. Prisoner-tracking Bloodhounds could have easily tracked my progress up 5 miles of Wilshire Boulevard.
So now I’m ready for dialysis. Physically. Tomorrow’s appointment with my new nephrologist will determine start date – possibly this week.
I’ll post a video of “Dialysis: The Miniseries, Part 3” next time. For now, I’m calculating the myriad ways of cleaning one’s body without showering – the permacath has to stay dry, permadry.
And for a closing thought, I just read an account of a gentleman with a permacath and a dog. The dog chewed through the plastic tubes. Take a look at the graphic above and consider that for a moment. He survived.