Still Awake

The home care nurse just left. She came at 10:20 and stayed till 11:45. She got the infusion running and then we went through all the paper work. I really liked her and think she did a great job. I also forgot her name already - blame it on fatigue, a long and stressful day, and being introduced to way to many people (in person and over the phone) over the last 33ish hours since being in the E.R. She is younger than the nurses i had in 2012; I think this help, there is more we can both relate too. Sometimes I feel the older nurses don't always "get it", it being a young person who is chronically ill.
I am going to nap now while my infusion finishes, wake up to disconnect myself, and get to sleep for real. Have to be up 8:00 to make it to clinic on time.

The bruise left from the peripheral IV placed in the E.R. yesterday afternoon.

First infusion at home!

 Supplies to disconnect myself later tonight:

I don't know any self-respecting woman who would choose to have this as a fashion accessory, but it will be my friend for at least the next 3 months.

Only 43 minutes left to go!

And here is the other arm and the bruise from the peripheral IV that was place this morning because the vancomycin would have destroyed the other vein. Thankfully not as bad as the left arm.

It is really weird to think that there is not something inside of me, traveling from my arm to my heart, that was not there a mere twelve hours ago. Something inanimate that is no a part of me, but will, over time, feel like it is...