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That Kind Of Day

Posted 2012.02.14 20.12 in Pointless Blather

It was a pokey proddy jabby sort of day today.

The kind where nurses and medical things are involved.

The kind of a day where the nurse decides that the problem can be solved by using a bigger needle.

Yeah.

Bigger needles.

That’s the kind of day it was.

Free! ish.

Posted 2011.09.29 22.48 in Pointless Blather

So this morning, the last of my IV medicine was pumped into my arm. Then the nurse came and the idea was to unplug me, remove the tubes and pointy things, and generally that would be the end of lugging those annoying IV pumps around everywhere.

Well, she did unhook the pumps, and most of the tubes. But she didn’t think my leg had healed enough yet. I’m seeing my doctor tomorrow anyways, and my doctor has already given me a bunch of pills to take over where the IVs left off, but nonetheless, the nurse was uncertain.

So she decided to leave the pointy thing in my arm, with just a few inches of tube, and a little cork (so to speak) on the end of it. If my doctor felt that the IV was not needed, then my doctor could remove it. If she decides that more IV medicine is needed, then they could try using that existing tube.

I was unenthusiastic about this plan. For one thing, that IV has been in for 6 days now and the nurse even said it might not be good much longer. Especially if there’s nothing running on it for 24+ hours to keep it open.

So why leave it there?

I wasn’t thrilled with how she corked and taped it either. It stuck out a bit and kept catching on my sleeve. And the actual end that a new tube would go into, she didn’t cover at all – so it could collect lint and stuff from my shirt.

By the end of the day, I had been to work for a few hours then come home, and somewhere along the way I did catch it on something which gave a tug and hurt. Then my arm got really itchy and I decided that I’d had enough.

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Mr. Blue, Mr. Grey [U]

Posted 2011.09.26 9.13 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Time to meet my two constant companions, who’ve been with me for the past seven days.

Messers Blue and Grey

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, ┬áhe’s more of a handful to keep track of. It’s the bulk, I think.

Mr. BluePresently, 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?

Mr. GreyI’ll try my regular doctor first, and see if she will make the call. Otherwise, it’s back to the hospital (and the long wait that will entail) to get someone to decide what course to take.

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.

And the Bad Week Continues…

Posted 2011.09.23 9.00 in Pointless Blather

Here we are, Friday already! Still waiting for the punch line from Monday’s running joke.

Instead, it just keeps going, and going.

They wired me up with two IV pumps and two tubes, to fill me full of two different antibiotics. And not a day’s gone by that there hasn’t been a problem. They go into shutdown alarm mode, and start beeping. (At 2:00 in the morning.) Or they act like they’re running fine, but when the nurse goes to swap in a fresh medicine bag, we discover that the old one is still half-full and the machine’s been cheating me.

Till last night, when everything shut down completely.

So come Friday and I’ve had half doses, missed doses, and now complete failure.

Now I’m sitting around waiting for a nurse who may or may not know what to do, may or may not be able to fix it, and in fact may or may not actually show up in a timely fashion.

If the failfest continues, I’ll have no option but to go back to the hospital and see if I can get them to fix it. My main concern is that they’ll just want to admit me – considering the ongoing failure that home care has been, so far.

I just really, really don’t want to get stuck at the hospital…