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azurelunatic) wrote2023-12-13 01:10 am
azurelunatic) wrote2023-12-13 01:10 am
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Chemo #4
At least this time it only took like 5 people and 5 sticks to get me situated, compared to last time's 3 and like 6+.
My port flipped while in the lab.
They got a right elbow stick. Which only flowed in a specific position. My infusion takes over 4 hours.
The infusion stick person got the "internist vein" on my left wrist. Except that one clogged and also leaked.
Me, still convinced it wasn't condensation or ice melt: "And now it's pink."
They brought in the chemo spill kit.
I got to the sweaty breathing shallowly point before I took my breakthrough meds, because I couldn't tell if stomach or anxiety. They helped. Eventually we went back to my right arm, since there existed a position where it definitely worked.
I felt better after peaches and applesauce when they unhooked me.
* Good: told my nurse explicitly that I didn't care about the position of the curtain, except people keep closing the curtain in the door for privacy and leaving the door partly open.
* Even better: thought to shove the curtain all the way back behind the guest chair (containing protective draggon) which took care of it pretty comprehensively when combined with frequent calls of "door!"
* Mixed: Aranet 4 said carbon dioxide PPM was in the 700s, until some building curfew that was not sufficiently overridden put it into the 1300s.
* They'll file a ticket: the big blue and silver door access button inside that bathroom failed to open the door at least 2 times. It did make clicks, so the problem wasn't me failing to push particularly well (which sometimes I do, but if it did that it needs fixed)
My port flipped while in the lab.
They got a right elbow stick. Which only flowed in a specific position. My infusion takes over 4 hours.
The infusion stick person got the "internist vein" on my left wrist. Except that one clogged and also leaked.
Me, still convinced it wasn't condensation or ice melt: "And now it's pink."
They brought in the chemo spill kit.
I got to the sweaty breathing shallowly point before I took my breakthrough meds, because I couldn't tell if stomach or anxiety. They helped. Eventually we went back to my right arm, since there existed a position where it definitely worked.
I felt better after peaches and applesauce when they unhooked me.
* Good: told my nurse explicitly that I didn't care about the position of the curtain, except people keep closing the curtain in the door for privacy and leaving the door partly open.
* Even better: thought to shove the curtain all the way back behind the guest chair (containing protective draggon) which took care of it pretty comprehensively when combined with frequent calls of "door!"
* Mixed: Aranet 4 said carbon dioxide PPM was in the 700s, until some building curfew that was not sufficiently overridden put it into the 1300s.
* They'll file a ticket: the big blue and silver door access button inside that bathroom failed to open the door at least 2 times. It did make clicks, so the problem wasn't me failing to push particularly well (which sometimes I do, but if it did that it needs fixed)
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I hope they get the ventilation fixed. And the other things too, but that one in particular sticks out.
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The first one was mostly all right except for the huber needle mixup...
I've decided to call them hummingbird needles instead of mosquito needles when I'm feeling complimentary, because that sounds nicer. (Mosquito needles is by way of analogy with butterfly needles.)