What an eventful week....The first session went relatively well other than my vein blew up like a golf ball. Thursday was a different matter. When the first needle went in, my vein collapsed and suddenly blew up, remove needle. Put needle back into a different bit if vein, second needle collapse vein, has to be removed and inserted in the wrong direction. Dialysis goes well until needle removal. Once the needle was out of my vein, up it blows to the size of a golf ball again. "Oh dear, shouldn't be like that" says nurse. So after a lot of painful pressure it finally stops getting big. My arm is so bruised that they could not dialyse me on Saturday. "Come back for Tuesday" was the statement. Still greatly bruised (Really !!) and sore, but back tomorrow morning for more needles.

I didn't think it was meant to be like that.

Any ideas?

At least, we made the best advantage of it and drove at high speed down to Yorkshire and managed to get to see number one sons' house and pay a visit, so every cloud has a sliver lining.

So I wait with trepidation for tomorrows events.