You know the old saying that Forrest Gump made famous, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get”? My life in the past 9 months has been the total opposite of that. That’s because I know exactly what I’m getting every 4-6 hours: Being attached to a pole. During my evening treatment tonight, I was thinking that my life mirrors being one of those tetherball games.
You remember them, you know how it works. It’s a pole on the playground with a ball hanging from the top by a long rope. To play the game you spin the ball and rope around, trying to be wind it around the pole. That ball is flying around and seemingly having a blast during the game. It’s being pushed into different directions, seemingly enjoying life – back and forth wherever it is pulled… but in the end it’s always attached to the pole, no matter what.
My life is exactly like this. I wake up every day, and start off by being attached to my dialysis pole. I go to work, go spinning about my morning, but by noon I’m wound back tight to the pole again. I then unwind a little in the afternoon, only to find myself winding back the pole around 6pm. Then in the evening I get to bounce around a bit again, doing whatever I want for awhile, but I know that pole is always nearby… in fact I’m right back tight against it at bedtime.
So there you have it. My life is a tetherball. I get 3 breaks per day to fly around and pretend to be free, but I always end up being wrapped back tight to that pole every 4-5 hours.
But hey – I’m thankful for my life as a tetherball – it’s better than no life at all. I’m actually used to the routine. In fact, having a normal life without a pole seems so odd – I’m not sure what I did with all my free time before.
I know one thing, when I ever get a healthy kidney, I’m stearing clear of the tetherball court on the playground! I’ll have had my fill of that game for sure.