They removed four kilos of excess fluid from my body during yesterday's dialysis session, and though I avoided the occasional agonizing leg cramping that goes with that amount of fluid extraction, I went home feeling like I had been hit by a Mack truck. For all of last night and much of today I was a wobbly, light-headed mess, and today I managed some minor grocery shopping before crashing hard for close to four hours. I was out cold, and I don't think I could have been any more solidly unconscious if I had been given surgical-grade sedatives. But I am now awake, refreshed, and getting hungry. That said, I go back for more tomorrow, then it's the weekend off before resuming the cycle on Monday.
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
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