ow
Got to the doctors at 945am.
Left at 11:45am.
First I was seen by a new doctor (or to be fair, a doctor instead of a Physician's Assistant) who talked through my history, and didn't like the redness she still sees, and the pain - even though it's better than it was yesterday. She also ran me through a neurological test without telling me what it was, I just know from my tumor stuff - I don't know why actually, but she then said I'm coming back tomorrow for another IV, and to see her again.
Then I got to go for my IV, and it's a registered nurse from another office, who is covering because they are short staffed. Apparently in East Boston, it's mainly office work - she couldn't remember the last time she had to do an IV. She was happy I still had the port in my hand, and went to get things ready. And spent a lot of time reading through charts and instructions. And then struggling with things like flushing the IV, and getting the meds set up. Once I was hooked up, she kept running into problems with the IV machine beeping at her, saying there was air in the line - but there wasn't that we could see. I honestly started to try to help by reading the instructions on the side of the IV machine. So then she has me put my arm on a pillow to straighten in, and lets the IV run without the machine. And then all hell broke loose and she was on the phone dealing with stuff, and the IV started to HURT. And my hand started to swell, and apparently the meds went under my skin and not into my vein. So she got off the phone, and came to take it out, and there was about half of the meds in the bag still - so she then got everything to start another IV. And couldn't find a vein in my right hand, so finally we just went with the one in my arm, by my elbow.
It took a bit to get in, and settled, and then I got the other half of the drugs, and I'll be back to see her and the dr tomorrow at 10am.
I'm so tired of this. Every day it's "tomorrow I'm done" and apparently my body disagrees, and it makes me feel sad.
Everyone's working today but me - big St. Jude thing in Lowell - and Kelsey's going back to school after work tonight. Ty goes back tomorrow. I've got the day and night to myself, and I can't bend my damn arm, and just blah. :(
Left at 11:45am.
First I was seen by a new doctor (or to be fair, a doctor instead of a Physician's Assistant) who talked through my history, and didn't like the redness she still sees, and the pain - even though it's better than it was yesterday. She also ran me through a neurological test without telling me what it was, I just know from my tumor stuff - I don't know why actually, but she then said I'm coming back tomorrow for another IV, and to see her again.
Then I got to go for my IV, and it's a registered nurse from another office, who is covering because they are short staffed. Apparently in East Boston, it's mainly office work - she couldn't remember the last time she had to do an IV. She was happy I still had the port in my hand, and went to get things ready. And spent a lot of time reading through charts and instructions. And then struggling with things like flushing the IV, and getting the meds set up. Once I was hooked up, she kept running into problems with the IV machine beeping at her, saying there was air in the line - but there wasn't that we could see. I honestly started to try to help by reading the instructions on the side of the IV machine. So then she has me put my arm on a pillow to straighten in, and lets the IV run without the machine. And then all hell broke loose and she was on the phone dealing with stuff, and the IV started to HURT. And my hand started to swell, and apparently the meds went under my skin and not into my vein. So she got off the phone, and came to take it out, and there was about half of the meds in the bag still - so she then got everything to start another IV. And couldn't find a vein in my right hand, so finally we just went with the one in my arm, by my elbow.
It took a bit to get in, and settled, and then I got the other half of the drugs, and I'll be back to see her and the dr tomorrow at 10am.
I'm so tired of this. Every day it's "tomorrow I'm done" and apparently my body disagrees, and it makes me feel sad.
Everyone's working today but me - big St. Jude thing in Lowell - and Kelsey's going back to school after work tonight. Ty goes back tomorrow. I've got the day and night to myself, and I can't bend my damn arm, and just blah. :(