Dialysis Invades my Dreams

Last night for the first time that I can recall, dialysis entered my dreams. I had two dreams in which I had to explain to a humanitarian aid coordinator why I had not reported to a remote third-world site to help with relief efforts. I explained that I was a dialysis patient and that travel to such an area under conditions without electricity for my machine and a source of clean water was dangerous for me.

Over the decades, diabetes has often figured in my dreams. I am offered a piece of candy, say, and immediately the thought comes to me that if I eat it, my blood sugar level will rise. Or perhaps I eat the candy in my dream, but all the while I'm fretting that I will pay for this in high blood sugar. Whenever I'd awake and recall these dreams, I'd realize how deeply embedded in my consciousness this disease is. Even in sleep, there is no escaping it.

Then I had a dream about 11 years ago in which I slowly and almost sexually consumed a fine chocolate. The experience was luxurious, extravagant, and completely devoid of any pangs of guilt or worries about blood sugar. Simply the delicious pleasure of delighting in the texture and flavor of this morsel. I took this dream as a sign that I would soon be healed, that my inner self no longer knew me as a diabetic and that very soon my physical form would respond in kind.

That did not happen, of course, though I believed it with all my heart and soul.