Time to meet my two constant companions, who’ve been with me for the past seven days.
Mr. Grey is not too bad, he’s smaller, a lightweight, and more managable. On his own, he’s fairly easy to handle. Mr. Blue on the other hand is bigger, and while not much heavier, he’s more of a handful to keep track of. It’s the bulk, I think.
Presently, the final two IV bags that were prescribed last week will be installed into my two friends here. Today I need to find a doctor to make the call as to whether those last two hits of drugs will be enough. Will my two companions be leaving me tomorrow? Or will another RX be issued, so my Blue and Grey comrades can remain with me even longer?
To be honest, I won’t be sorry to see these two nylon fellows leave. They have a job to do, of course, but they are so clingy and demanding.
Naturally, I have gotten to know them over the course of the week. Not intimately mind you – it’s quite easy to ignore the urge to take things apart, when said things are directly wired into your bloodstream and are playing an important role in maintaining your health. I’ve even refrained from button-pressing. Mostly.
Through simple observation, I have figured how to reload them – removing the empty bag, spiking a fresh bag, resetting the reservoir volume counter. That came in handy yesterday when the nurse didn’t come by, and I suspect it will come in handy again today as well.
One ought to be proactive in one’s own healthcare matters.
Update: sounds like my friends will be staying an extra two days. Instead of parting ways tomorrow, they’ll be hanging around until Thursday.