The trouble with Bob and Dave
Bob and Dave* are my kidneys. Bob to my left; Dave to my right. Both are riddled with cysts and are considerably larger than normal kidneys. Bob is nearly double the average kidney size; Dave is a big’un, too, though slightly smaller than Bob.
Bob and Dave are silent sufferers of polycystic kidney disease (PKD). I’ve known about the condition since I was five years old and am just one of several people in my family with the genetic disease. But I’ve always been lucky in that I’ve not had significant problems with my kidneys. In fact, if it weren’t for the cysts which are present in ultrasounds, you’d never know I had kidney disease at all!
From time to time I will get a kidney infection or a cyst will cause me a bit of pain. But my blood pressure is in the normal range and my microalbumin creatinine levels have always been awesomely normal. This isn’t normal for someone with kidney disease – especially as they move further and further away from their first birthday – but I’ve never been normal, right?
I’ve long prided myself on my healthy diet and my exercise patterns. And my doctors have all agreed that those lifestyle habits have helped me to maintain my kidney function, blood pressure, and overall health for all of these years.
But then Paul died. And my diet went downhill. And I wasn’t getting any exercise. After all, cooking for two is more enjoyable than cooking for one – that’s what TV dinners are for. And running without your favourite running partner just sucks.
And that means that for nearly two years I’ve just not had my once-healthy lifestyle. I mean, it’s not been completely rubbish, but it’s not been as good as it once was. So it shouldn’t have come as too big a surprise when I was called back to my doctor’s office to discuss the results of my lab work from earlier this week.
Long story short: Bob and Dave are no longer giving 100% to their task of keeping me healthy. They’ve started to look toward retirement, and it’s really making me sad.
OK, in fairness, I am not in kidney failure – nor do I expect to be in kidney failure in the near future. But for the first time in my life, my microalbumin levels are elevated. And that means that it’s time I realise that I’m not immortal. It’s time I realise that I do, in fact, have progressive, genetic kidney disease and that I am, in fact, a sicky.
I’m trying not to blame myself for Bob and Dave’s lack of work effort. I mean, they are genetically pre-disposed for part-time work and early retirement. I tried to give them incentives to work hard for 35 years, but for the last two years, I’ve not been the best manager. So of course they’re staging a bit of a work slowdown now.
trying meaning to get better about managing my health for the last year, and I suppose that now I really do need to grow up and stop pouting. I must get back to my pre-widowed eating and exercise habits before the crew completely walks out on me.
But just in case they up and quit, I’ll give a quick plug for organ donation:**
If you’re not an organ donor already, consider signing up to give the gift of life because, despite the pretty picture I’ve drawn to accompany this story, kidneys do not actually grow on trees.
Now I’m signing off to go feel sorry for myself for a while. But I promise I will snap out of it soon. After all, depression isn’t good for your health!
* Thank you to Layla for providing my kidneys with names. It’s not something I’d considered in the past.
** I don’t need a kidney transplant at this time and likely won’t need one for years and years so please don’t feel the need to offer yours up. I’m naively optimistic that
when if I do go into renal failure, they’ll have come up with a fantastically awesome robot kidney solution! (Robo-Frances at your service!)
2 Replies to “The trouble with Bob and Dave”
It sounds like it’s time you pampered Bob and Dave for a while. I’m sure with some attention they should stop sulking and get back to a bit more like full time work.
Sadly, I doubt I’ll get back what I lost, but I have been working to slow the decline. It won’t be long until I have to rely on medications to help with that, but I’ll try to hold off on that as long as possible!
I think that once the big chunks of stress are gone from my life this summer I will be able to concentrate on my health a bit more. (Fully realising that I will be taking on new stresses, but hopefully less stressful stresses…)