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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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