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mmegaeraHumor is probably the most singularly essential attitude. I’ve always loved it, but I never realized that it can help you through things you never dreamed (or nightmared) you’d have to.
Anyway, my IV went kaput today. It was my fault – it was in the crook of my elbow and I bent my elbow too far. But it couldn’t be fixed, so they had to put in a new one. They wanted to do two, but no, instead they’re doing something called a pick line which goes into a much deeper vein. Oh, joy. No, the proper phrase is oh, terror.
Anyway, the first (yes, the first) IV nurse poked me four times and finally got one to stick. It’s in an awkward position, and I’ll be touchpadding with my left hand for the duration, but at this point I’ll take what I can get. The problem is that my veins, never very visible or welcoming to needles at the best of times, have retreated and are hidden in a bunker somewhere deep in my arms, waiting for the artillery barrage to cease once and for all.
The second IV nurse had a much better technique, but had no luck at all.
And by then the CT scan people were like, can you get her down here sometime in this century, please?
So off I went in a gurney, with an exceedingly nice young woman pushing me along, who stayed to chat with me while they set things up, and was part of what I can only describe as a Monty Pythonesque discussion about the reaction I would experience to the injection of the contrast dye in my new IV port. The word urrrrr-iinnn-aaaaa-shhhhuuuunnn was uttered repeatedly (one of the effects of the dye is to make you feel like you’re peeing). When I made the Python comment it only egged them on, fake Brit accents and everything. Really, really just what I needed after all that what felt like being that knight who kept talking like it was just a scratch in MP and the Holy Grail, thank you very much.
It really does need to be made clear to someone who can enforce this, that needles are for *sewing*, and sewing *only.* I want the IV version of the Vorkosiverse hypospray.
Cranberry juice!!! Omigosh, liquid with *flavor*!!! And not frozen!!!
Anyway, my IV went kaput today. It was my fault – it was in the crook of my elbow and I bent my elbow too far. But it couldn’t be fixed, so they had to put in a new one. They wanted to do two, but no, instead they’re doing something called a pick line which goes into a much deeper vein. Oh, joy. No, the proper phrase is oh, terror.
Anyway, the first (yes, the first) IV nurse poked me four times and finally got one to stick. It’s in an awkward position, and I’ll be touchpadding with my left hand for the duration, but at this point I’ll take what I can get. The problem is that my veins, never very visible or welcoming to needles at the best of times, have retreated and are hidden in a bunker somewhere deep in my arms, waiting for the artillery barrage to cease once and for all.
The second IV nurse had a much better technique, but had no luck at all.
And by then the CT scan people were like, can you get her down here sometime in this century, please?
So off I went in a gurney, with an exceedingly nice young woman pushing me along, who stayed to chat with me while they set things up, and was part of what I can only describe as a Monty Pythonesque discussion about the reaction I would experience to the injection of the contrast dye in my new IV port. The word urrrrr-iinnn-aaaaa-shhhhuuuunnn was uttered repeatedly (one of the effects of the dye is to make you feel like you’re peeing). When I made the Python comment it only egged them on, fake Brit accents and everything. Really, really just what I needed after all that what felt like being that knight who kept talking like it was just a scratch in MP and the Holy Grail, thank you very much.
It really does need to be made clear to someone who can enforce this, that needles are for *sewing*, and sewing *only.* I want the IV version of the Vorkosiverse hypospray.
Cranberry juice!!! Omigosh, liquid with *flavor*!!! And not frozen!!!
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Date: 2017-07-08 02:17 am (UTC)It was pretty terrifying, right up till she deadened where she'd be working and I didn't feel a damn thing after that.
Appendix stress is the reason, yes.
They put the one for my shoulder surgery in the back of the hand. I swear, never again.
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Date: 2017-07-08 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-08 03:40 am (UTC)Still. If you should need us. /obLabyrinth
O:>
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Date: 2017-07-08 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-08 03:37 am (UTC)I suppose if they NUMB the area, that's not so bad. Then one can simply NOT LOOK. *shudder*
*hugs*
*carefully, and NOT LOOKING at the pick*
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Date: 2017-07-08 04:04 pm (UTC)And I am *completely* sold now. There is *nothing* more wonderful than a needleless blood draw. *Nothing* on this earth.
Also, after they tried -- and failed -- *six* times to install a new regular IV? Which basically reduced me to tears? I never want anyone to do this to me again.
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Date: 2017-07-09 02:14 am (UTC)