Ping Pong Pong

Hiuuuuuuuu hiuuuuuuu hiuuuuuu. That's pretty much what my neighbor's sleep apnea machine sounded like.

Pong pong pong was the sound of the Shaldon, rhythmically tapping against the pillow in time with my heartbeat. A disgusting feeling.

The night was still better overall. We were already woken up and all vital signs were recorded. Unfortunately, not everyone introduces themselves here, so I don't even know the name of the nurse who is responsible for me.

Blood is taken straight away and then they wait to see what the fibrinogen value is. On the one hand, I would like to have plasmapheresis today. On the other hand, there is also a nephrology training course today that I would like to go to. Maybe I can do both...