The heat is ungodly. Only one ceiling fan off the kitchen. The one in the living room has not been working for week, though I've been promised a new one to be installed tomorrow. The temperature inside my apartment is in the 120s, but my bedroom is even higher.
Because of the cleanliness that must be maintained with peritoneal dialysis, I have to keep my windows closed at all times, not use the ceiling fan because it stirs up dust and dirt, and keep the door closed. Oh, my god, does that make for a hot box! Imagine sleeping inside an oven.
When I have asked the PD nurses about this situation, they have just repeated the training manual: Keep the windows and door closed, don't use the ceiling fan or A/C (the latter of which I don't have). They simply cannot think outside the box. I ask them if it would be preferable if I die of heat exhaustion. They just go back to repeating the manual. UGH!
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Monday, September 27, 2010
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- Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.
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