Well, not quite.
For now I have a periphery IV, but the goal is to have a PICC line placed sometime early next week. At least the iv is in my left forearm, so I can still do things (you don't realize how many things require moving your elbows or wrists until you can't move use them at all). And my writing hand remains free - no pass on school work. Bummer. Kidding. I am a nerd. I love school.
We aren't really sure why I keep having issues (read: new small sores opened on shin at the start of the week). Theoretically speaking, I am on so much antibiotics that the infection shouldn't be doing anything at all. But here we are, anyways. It is quite frustrating. After becoming progressively more and more tired, yet sleeping as much as 15 hours yesterday and not feeling any better, I said enough is enough. No more toughing things out.
Long story, which I won't tell tonight because I am fried: I ended up in the emergency room. My infectious disease specialist and the E.R. doctor spoke over the phone. And I am not the proud owner of a periphery iv that got to come home with me, and nasty bruise forming around it, and bruise int he other arm from when the nurse had to re-do my blood work because what she got wasn't enough (she was really kind and did her best! not her fault my veins are shoddy after so many pokes over the years).
I will likely be on IV vancomycin until surgery on August 26. It might be switched up after that, depending on if the samples sent to the lab grow anything or not (lets all keep our fingers crossed that those little bacteria calls grow... but not in me; in a petri dish!).
I am not waiting for the pharmacy to deliver my iv pump, iv pole, medication, and other paraphernalia. Tomorrow I have my first appointment with CCAC. It is not until 11am, so at least I can get a lot of sleep tonight.
I have lots to write, but I am crashing hard, and that is saying something, because I was already like a zombie when I woke up this morning.
Here are some pictures from today. They are crappy, taken with my phone, but they show how horrible I felt.
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| At home this morning, after I saw sent home from clinical |
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| In the emergency room, waiting to be seen. My eyes where burning at this point. That is how tired I was... |
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| My lovely new fashion accessory. I don't like it, but it might make me feel better... or at least the stuff pumped through it. |
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| Infusing. Only took an hour, and after that I was done and free to go! |
