It's Monday morning, at 9:00am. I have all of my medical supplies and and meds laid out Now it's a waiting game to see when my nurse will arrive, or if anyone at Community Home Health has even notified her. I have been through 4 nurses in about as many years.
I began getting my treatments at home close to 5 years ago. The hospital was just getting way to expensive, even with insurance. Twenty percent is a lot when the bill is in the thousands. My nurses at the hospital asked me, one day, why I wasn't getting my treatments at home. Until then, I didn't even know that was an option. I began to research the possibility, while my nurses began to teach me everything I would need to know. They began to teach me about how to hang an IV bag, the quirks of an IMed machine and how important a sterile environment is. I was always under the impression that air in the line will kill you instantly, via One Flew Over the Cuckoo's nest. Funny, those little air bubbles won't hurt you at all. I learned how to numb the site where the port is and access the port. Never thought I would be plunging a 11/2 inch needle into my own chest. It still makes me kinda sick to my stomach, even when the nurse does it. The nurse I have now is a pro, though not always the case. One nurse aked my Mother if she wanted to try it because she had lost her glasses. Yeah, REALLY! Well, as we speak.......I just got a call that the nurse is on the way. Another NEW nurse. Seems my old one has quit, yet again. I HATE new nurses! Some are good at ports and some try to tell me they're good, but they don't have a clue. God please let her know what she's doing. Some nurses get the port with the first stick, others have taken up to 5 sticks. That gets stressful for everyone invoved!!! I usually cry and feel very nausiated when that happens. Ohhhhh......good thoughts, good thoughts. I'll let yo know how it goes!!!!
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