I ALMOST GOT KILLED TODAY!

It's a rare thing that for me to make a second post to my blog in one day, but I just cannot ignore the chain of events that unfolded today and completely fucked me over.

I ALMOST GOT KILLED TODAY!

Now in order to get to the place where I saw the pitiful flashes of that I called my life going before my eyes, let's start at the beginning.
I rose at 8:30 this morning, as I do every dialysis day. So, I got up, got dressed, put on my face and rode out in the car to Jack in the Box with my dad. (With the way dialysis depletes me, I need someone to drive me back and forth)
I was short on funds, so instead of getting the sausage croissant I like, I got the breakfast jack. I wanted coffee with my jack. It was 9:30 in the morning. I don't think it was a farfetched request.
There was NO coffee ready. All they had was decaf and I'd sooner drink dishwater. So I had to stand around 15 minutes for my damn coffee. In the meantime, my sandwich got cold, but I ate it anyway.

I went to dialysis. And I pulled up at exactly 10 am. My on-time is 10:45 am. There's this man ahead of me named "Q". (Yeah, I'm named damn names!) And that bastard is a catastrophe coming and going. My dialysis access is in my left arm, and in general the dialysis machine is to the right of the person. Q makes them move the machine around to the left. This fucks me over, because they have TV's for the patients. With the machine in the way, I cannot . And you can't simply unplug, move and re-plug the machine. The machine would have to boot up and do all these tests again and it would take near on 30 minutes to do. So the nurses leave it as is. Then once he's done, you'd think Q would get the hell on. No, he wants to get up and walk around and socialize. Especially because he used to sleep with one of the nurses once upon a time...And he leaves all his shit in the chair, so the nurse can't clean the chair and ready it for me. 10:45 came and went, and at 11 I went out and  complained to my dad--who sits and waits in case something happens to me--to take me home.
I stayed.

It was around 11:15 before I got on. You'd think it would be fine from there. Three hours and one treatment later, I'm starting to have my blood returned to me--it circulates and cleans through the machine--one of the tubes refuses to send the blood back. Apparently there was an infiltration. and what an infiltration is, is when the needle pokes through the vein/vessel and blood leaks out into the tissues instead of through the vein/vessel. Oh, AND IT HURTS LIKE ALL GODDAMNED, PUS-SPEWING HELL! So I'm writhing in pain and finally get out of there.

I was hungry. A little tiny breakfast jack isn't enough to fill a child. I'm a woman. So a block down from the dialysis facility is a Chinese place. I like the lo mein. I went in and ordered food for me and dad. As I'm waiting, it begins to sprinkle. In the mean time, some fool gave my order to another customer and had to run him down to get it back. Thank God he didn't start eating it.
I get the food, and Dad is starting to drive us home.

The closer we get to the house, the worse the rain gets. It was so bad, all I could see was sheets of water. All Dad could see was sheets of water. Half the time, I didn't know what lane we were in or what side of the street we were on. IT WAS THAT EFFING BAD!
About a block from home, the car went over into the far lane and we literally came within inches of a collision. I was so scared, I was screaming, he was cussing.
My life was flashing before my eyes---there was ALOT of Michael Jackson--and I was scared to death. It was by the grace of God we got home in one piece. I was shaking, I got drenched trying to get in the house. It was a mess.

I wish I had stayed home in the bed under the covers!