I thought I'd try a change of scenery and come downstairs. Not all that sure it was a good idea, but I'm so sick of my bedroom. My left shoulder hurts. I mean it really really hurts. A dull ache all down my arm, and the whole left shoulder is out of control hurting, even with ocycontin. I look like a cyclone struck me, as I can't take a shower for another day. But last night I ripped off the dressing a day early because I'm allergic to adhesive and it was just burning and itching to distraction. So the wound is a bund of steristrips over the stitches and it looks rather disgusting.
Remember how I was worried about the iV's. Turns out I had a lot of very good reasons to worry. My right arm looks like I was beaten up by a boxer. The wrist has a huge bruise where they tried and failed to put in an IV. Then moving up I've got another huge bruise midarm, and my elbow area is just astounding in it's color. Black and grey. Not even blue and green. All of those attempts were, as I had predicted, unsuccessful.
Then we love over to the left arm. A huge bloody bruise on the wrist, where the A-line went in, a second and third attempt mid arm, and then the actual iv stick in my other elbow. A terrible place because the damn IV machine beeped all night long.
Then my oxygen sats went way down and I was beeping because of that so they kept shoving oxygen in my face and then doing my sats. They are low. Low enough to consider home oxygen. Yippee.
The prodecure went just fine, the ICD works according to the tests they have put me through and now my life changes. I don't even know by how much yet, but it will indeed change.
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