Well I did it! I accessed his port…I stabbed him with that long needle right in the port without fainting, or knocking myself silly when I hit the floor or getting a sub dermal hematoma, that would require brain surgery and an extended hospital stay and psychiatric therapy after I had total amnesia and only recognized Chance.
Blood returns went just fine and the infusion went off like clock work. I disengaged that long old needle and covered up the owie with a hot pink band aid…and he didn’t die or even get sick.
I was exhausted after all that and came home and took a nap. One more week under the direction of the nurses and then we will do the infusions at home.
Big sigh of relief! I was a TAD nervous…when I woke up that morning it was my first thought of the day. I thought about feigning a sour stomach and retiring to the bathroom for the day…but I soldiered up!
When we get settled in here at home with the infusions, I will train him so he can do his own infusions if the need should arise.
Can you tell that sometimes I irritate him…oh well keeps him on his toes…he thought I forgot the camera at home!
He wasn’t as tired this week, but then he has been on Prednisone for shortness of breath. His last dose of Prednisone is today.
I am finally feeling better and I have finished all the antibiotics for the infection in my jaw. Hopefully the infection is all gone!