Well, after a long day of travel yesterday I’m in Little Rock. It’s been a pretty lousy morning.
For a number of reasons I’m under a lot of stress right now. So the hit parade began with a blood pressure reading of 148/110. That’s a new personal best. Not in the right direction.
On the other hand, I was on time for my appointments — always important but particularly important today as there is a lot back-to-back.
I got to the infusion clinic, my smiling and cheery self. A nice nurse introduced herself. I had requested some additional tests be run (immunization titres, the full cholesterol panel, etc.) and this had to be double-checked but we got that under control after a little investigation.
The lady tried to access my port, twice. The first time was vey painful. The second time was even more very painful. She couldn’t draw blood. She capitulated and found a second nurse.
The second nursed confidently jabbed me. The needle went in. It hurt a lot. They were unable to draw blood. They put heparin in, and it went in, but nothing came out. They tried again, nothing. They then ordered another drug (Activase? could that have been it?) and I waited while that arrived. It got there. They adminsitered it. We waited the requisite 20 minutes. They tried to draw blood. Nothing.
I’m getting pretty irritated by this point. I went to go to my next appointment and told the nurses I would have to come back later.
I got to the next appointment and they couldn’t find me. It’s just as well, because I’d been kept so long that I was over an hour late. In fact, I was late for the appointment AFTER the appointment. So I went to that appointment. The line to check in was enormous. And the MRI was looming in 30 minutes. So I left. I don’t need a pulmonary test right now. I am mindful, dear readers, that I’m only here now (versus September) because Dr. Barlogie is departing and I wanted to see him one more time and also talk with his successor as the head of the instititue here, Dr. Morgan, to determine where I would be treated.
With 30 minutes remaning before the MRI and nothing to do, I went back to the infusion clinic. A new nurse determined (based on redness and swelling) that the needle had been inserted incorrectly and the heparin and whatever else had been pushed into the surrounding tissue rather than the blood. That would explain the pain and swelling.
I am at this point pissed off. I hurt, my blood pressure is through the bloody roof, I’ve missed two appointments and I’m no closer to having any labs done than I was before I showed up. Well I peed in a cup so maybe they can get some value out of that but otherwise this whole morning has been a waste of time. Worse, because a simple waste of time doesn’t involve the pain I’m in.
I’m not going to allow them to access the point again unless they numb the area. There’s a simple freezing spray that everybody else in the world can figure out how to get a hold of, they can damn well get a hold of it here. I see a physician’s assistant at 1PM on the other side of the MRI tests, and he can damn well prescribe this freezing spray for me or I am cancelling the whole battery of tests and getting on a flight tomorrow wihtout doing anything more than the MRI.
Screw this. I don’t need it in my life right now.