I haven’t seen Mehdi lose his cool bedside manner before.
I had just told him I had started taking Chondroitin tablets and I could see the load of irk he was trying hard to hold back. He actually snapped at me before he recovered himself. “Who told you to do that?” Then he patiently explained how taking Chondroitin was not conducive to good kidney function in my condition.
Do not take any medication or supplements without medical advice, he admonished me in bold type and italics. Well and truly castigated, I was, by my gentle GP, in his kind way. Here’s me concerned more about my knees. My kidneys don’t hurt. I tend to forget they are trying to keep me alive. It’s the knees that stop me doing what I want to do.
Clearly, my condition worries my good GP. I’m not too happy when my doctor looks worried. I guess I should pay more attention. He wants me to see my specialist soon. I am expecting an appointment in the next couple of months. I hope that is soon enough.
According to the latest results from last week my kidney function is now 29%, down from 31 the time before and 34 going back a few months. Last I recall it was 37% so I clearly have not been paying attention.
In addition, my blood pressure is now too low and so are my haemoglobin and iron levels.
Liver and onions, iron tablets – and resultant constipation. That should help raise my blood pressure even if the change of meds doesn’t.
I remember my grandad’s last words to me. “No one told me it was going to be like this”.
Right on, Grandad.
Thus endeth today’s organ recital.