The dressing change for the PICC line was this morning. It went, well, it went, and not uneventfully. Thankfully the dried blood came off easily, although there is still one tiny spot of scab that is sticking on for dear life. The insertion site also decided to bleed again. Today's home nurse said it is because there is still bruising around the insertion site. The damn thing won't stop bleeding 'till the bruising goes away... who would have thought almost three weeks later?
Half way through the dressing change I was struck with some pretty intense nausea and dizziness. I was so light headed I thought I would faint. I asked my mom for a bowl in case I threw up (thankfully I didn't). Only afterward did I realize how silly I must have looked, hunched over a bowl, trying not to hurl while wearing a mask, and with my harm stuck out waiting for the cleaning stuff to dry! When the line was put in, the PICC nurse at the hospital put the guide wire in before she numbed my arm. None of my home nurses understand why it was done in this order, as, which is a reasonable, the arm should have been numbed first to avoid any pain (it hurt, a lot). I think that because of the way it was put in, I have somehow, unconsciously, become afraid of the dressing changes. I can deal with it being in my arm, I am fine with the dressing changes on my leg and looking at the incision, and have a really high pain tolerance (I can be at 5 out of 10 without needing pain meds, and then my 5 is a 8 to some of my friends). I went unphased by the puss coming out of the incision from my surgery in 2008, and was fine with the abscess on my shin and the bone fragment that came out of it in early 2011, but for some unknown reason I can't deal with the PICC dressing change. But anyways, the dressing is changed and I have a glorious week before it has to happen again.
In other news, I feel pretty shitty. I think that the ten months of antibiotics have really fucked up my insides. I would ask you to pardon the swearing, but I want to blog exactly how I feel, and how I feel is fucked up. In other words, lets just say that the bathroom has been my best friend this past week. Thankfully I see my infectious disease specialist this Thursday, so I can ask her for some advice. My biggest concern with the antibiotics is that there have been several c-difficile outbreaks in the region over the last year. Chances are I don't have it, but because I have been on the antibiotics so long, and have been to several hospitals quite a lot for appointments, I want to make sure that everything down there is as fine as it can be at the moment.
I have also been insanely tired, increasingly so since surgery, which I attribute to all the antibiotics and the shock of surgery itself. I feel like I am back to where I was last summer e.g. sleeping ten hours, waking up, eating and then going right back to bed. Again, hopefully infectious disease has some way of helping me with this.
And lastly, health wise, I slipped a bit down the stairs today. I caught myself, but the muscles in my leg do hurt more than they did before. The outside of the dressing on my leg still looks good, so I am going to assume that everything is o.k. and will as the home nurse to look at it in the morning.
Today was a nice day when I ignore how I feel. My mom and I went to a plant center and we bought some purple/black petunias, and some yellow ones as well. Then we took a nice long drive in the country (the Niagara region is beautiful, even though everything has already blossomed), and found a very, very hidden but still used cemetery. We will go there for a picnic one day as it is right beside a small park/hiking trail. We cam home and had lasagna, hot dogs, and chips for dinner (yum!). And now I am here, typing this all out and about to go read in bed. Hopefully I feel better in the morning.
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