Mar 03 2013

Shriek!, Shriek!, Shriek!

Still Dreaming This is going to be short today. Last night my sleep was interrupted by Kat’s peritoneal dialysis machine’s alarm shrieking at three different times. This does not happen often, however, I have to expect to be prepared (Boys Scout Motto) to answer the call to action at anytime and for as long as it takes to correct the situation. The first alarm surprised me from a sound sleep. I fumbled around in the dim light as I tried not to wake Kat. The flow of liquid waste from Kat to the machine was low or too slow. So, I gently removed Kat’s blanket aside and rolled her nightshirt away from her to reveal the plastic tube connector protruding just below her rib cage and above the stomach. Kat lets out a slight moan! I stop, then moments later I continue sliding my hand to the area that twists (like the kitchen faucet but hardly as big in size) to release the flow. It needed to be a little more open so I gave it a small nudge, recovered Kat, and dived back into bed. Situation over, right? Of course not, it must have been five minutes later…shriek! OK what now? It was the same alarm and I verified my previous twist but this time Kat woke up so I whispered my next actions to her. She rolled over and I tugged the tube away from her slowly. Situation over, again? Well, I really thought it was especially because I was again starting to drift asleep when …shriek! This time the alarm was about the heater line, I moved it and I thought it stopped for a second – could have but the machine changed to the patient line again. So, not only did I verify if the twist was not open enough or Kat’s body stopping the flow, but I began to run the entire line from the bed (in our case about 3 feet) back to the machine checking for kinks. I found none yet about two-thirds along the way the alarm stops. I was determined not to hear it again, so I whispered to the machine “your going to let me sleep even if I have to stay up to do it!” So, with that stupid remark, I waited for about twenty minutes until the machine phase turned from “drain”, then “fill” to “dwell” (the dialysis liquid solution remains inside Kat were it slowly absorbs toxins) before I was allowed to dream on.

About the author

Richard Klein

Founding Member of Prismhawk LLC an online publish company dedicated to sharing learning experiences in language arts, nature, and care giving. Richard lives with his wife Kat. He has worked for over 20 years in customer and technical services. Richard has BA's in English Education and Literature, he also minored in Biological Science. His favorite videos are It's a Wonderful Life, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, and Avatar. He is also a huge Doctor Who and Star Trek fan.

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