It's a matter of trust

So as I've mentioned to everyone and their dog in person, I'm preparing to move to Barrie on the weekend. It'll be a nice change of pace. Barrie is a small quaint town, where everything is no more than a 20 minute drive. This is a nice comparison to Ottawa where everything can be a lengthy drive, depending where you have to go.

So as part of my move, I of course, have to make new hemodialysis arrangements. There is a little dialysis unit of 12 chairs in Barrie. Quite nice. Currently in Ottawa, I have dialysis on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday evenings. In Barrie I will have dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. Tidies up nicely in a neat little package, doesn't it? The issue is, that the Barrie dialysis unit, for some strange reason, wasn't going to start me until next Wednesday... yes, a week from today, despite the fact I'm moving on Sunday. That would have meant a huge leap without dialysis, which could be fatal.

I got a phone call half an hour ago, that told me the Resource Nurse in Barrie is on holidays until Friday, and we won't know what the dialysis arrangements are until then, because apparently she didn't have the foresight to tell anyone else in the unit. Yes, this is the immediate Friday before I move. It's happened before where I have gotten to Barrie, and I've had to call them once in Barrie, to find out what my visiting dialysis arrangements were.

They've had 2 months notice that I'd be moving there. This does not build confidence or trust in their dialysis unit with me. Let's hope my trust in them, seeing as I have no choice, isn't fatal.