I, Kidney By Chris Six @TheChrisSixGrou
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By Chris Six
Joe Zizzi’s childhood in the 1950s had everything a kid could want–pro athlete dad, wonderful mom, cool big bro. When the ’60s kick in, this ideal life is violently shaken: a car crash claims his mother’s life and his father’s career, and brother Matt becomes distant and disturbed. Over the years, Joe learns to cope and carves out a niche for himself as a college sports star, and later as a coach and writer, but he can’t quite shake the family legacy. Diagnosed with kidney failure, the semi-pro husband and devoted dad has life-and-death decisions to make–and life wins, though perhaps only by a slim margin.
One day, when I really hadn’t slept at all except for maybe an hour and I fell asleep the minute I hit the chair and they had to wake me to get a standing BP, I almost didn’t feel them poking. Except they had trouble and they called a second tech over to poke. They called for a third tech, and the guy who calls himself Mickey Mouse came over to poke. I felt my arm starting to blow up, both internally and externally.
“Doesn’t feel too good, y’know? At all.”
“We’ve gone through.”
“What? Gone through what?”
“Right through the arm?” I tried to crane my head to see the needle sticking out the other side. Morbid curiosity.
“No, it went through the vein.”
I started praying–granted, with a few cuss words thrown in. They tie an ice bag to the arm with a blue rubber tourniquet, the item they use to make the vein stick out in the first place. The arm is ballooning. My eyes are out on stalks. I feel the sensation of all my blood draining from my body and wonder whether this is it. I look to observe the pools of blood dripping out of every pore in the arm; there are none. The thing is a horrible color, a horrible size, a horrible sight. And they tell me to come back tomorrow.
“At a reasonable hour?”
“At the usual hour.”
I spent the rest of the day at home, asleep, getting out only to refresh my ice pack. Next day I was back. Thank God, it went terrifically. What were the odds?
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Chris Six is a writer, the chief everything officer of The Chris Six Group, and the recipient of somebody else’s kidney: “I narrated the story onto tape before I ever wrote a word. I even brought my recorder to dialysis and upset the technicians. Nowadays, I’m in awe of indie authors doing hands-on marketing. I couldn’t imagine doing this even five years ago.”