OK, it isn't eerie at all, but I'm not at all sure that "schizy" is really a word. It's a bit schizy to visit your dialysis facility when it isn't your regular day. The building is the same, but all the patients are different, much of the staff is different and even a lot of the ambulance drivers are different. Dreamlike, I would almost call it. More than a little odd, to say the least.
Oh, sorry, I buried the lead. Dad is fine. The procedure was perfectly straightforward, if a bit time-consuming, and they fit him in at dialysis immediately if you neglect to count the hour and twenty minute wait. At the nephrologists, they gave him a sausage biscuit after his procedure, which helped, but as far as I know he didn't eat anything else between 11 last night and almost 6 this evening. Not surprisingly, he felt pretty weak and tired. He asked Margaret to make him a very, very late breakfast and she was starting on it as I left. So hopefully he's feeling all better by now.
Unfortunately and as predicted, they want him to come back again for dialysis tomorrow, precious little sense as that might make. So he's going to have really, really, really clean blood. At least we'll have the old familiar crew in the building again. My dreams are already weird enough without reality tearing a page from them.
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