I won the battle. I can go to work tomorrow as I normally would, and my dialysis supplies will be delivered on Thursday. The hospital won’t be getting charged any astronomical (and ludicious) fees, and ...
Ahh, the fistula. My lifeline. My Saviour. My Fistula. How can a thing of such beauty be such an eye sore all at the same time? Let’s face it. I’m a 20-something female who is ...