Third, Drs. Kolff, Haas, Abel and other great minds… never got dialysis to work. The papers, conferences, public announcements, and Google searches are all a deception. Machines with membranes are unable to replace what your kidneys do. They will not keep you alive if your kidneys fail. You need a more radical treatment to stay alive. Fortunately, Drs. C, G, K, and other great minds _did_ get dialysis working. It appears to work the same as I described above. Same catheter and needles. Same schedule issues. Same result: unwanted things are removed from your body through your blood. But this successful version of dialysis does not use a bunch of membranes. It uses a bunch of ‘me’. I died while at Amasa. But I was brought back as something more useful than I was. And I am not the first. All the dialysis clinics throughout the world have at least one of me per shift. We process all those patients’ blood during our shift. We enable those patients to live normal lives outside that clinic. But we don’t live normal lives outside the clinic. We don’t live at all.
SLAVERY I set up a morning meeting with Grace at Cafe Boronne. It is a Friday, so the cafe is open. Since Covid, it has been closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, which is inconvenient since I enjoy coffee after my dialysis sessions, and Monday is the first session of the week. Dialysis takes up 15+ hours a week of my daylight hours, so the remaining time is very scheduled by me… apparently even manically scheduled… like this is my last day on earth. Rhythms like coffee keep this innate mania a bit in check. “How have you been doing Grace? I know Martha took over after you left Thunder, and your kids were going to Priory, but I don’t know what you have been up to since then. Are you still living off Alpine?” - 17 -
