I guess I am sick. I guess I am really sick. Not the kind of sick where tea and a hot bath will help.
I have a massive kidney infection (which I do not feel sick from oddly enough). But the bacteria causing it is resistant to everything with the exception of 2 antibiotics- I had never heard of them until now. Both of these antibiotics are IV only.
So yesterday I had a PICC line placed. A PICC line is a peripherally inserted central catheter. It is inserted in the upper arm in a deep vein and threaded through to my superior vena cava.
The PICC is inserted using ultrasound guidance, and despite numbing medicine is not a pleasant experience.
After I had the PICC placed an xray was taken to verify the positioning of the line.
Having this procedure was kinda scary, there are risks that are exacerbated for me- particularly the danger of a clot- so I was put on anticoagulants- but I am having surgery Friday. It is all a delicate balance.
The home health nurse came last night and taught my husband and I how to work the pump and how to care for my PICC line.
Today, it is ok. The pulling and tugging feeling has stopped. The challenges as I foresee them will be not forgetting my very fashionable fanny pack, not having a kid yank on it, not having LittleDude chew a hole in the tubing.
Having a nurse who's name tag says "Hospice" care in the house helping me learn the pump was very disconcerting and not all helping my case of nerves for my surgery.
I will have a good attitude though. If I have crappy one, everyone will suffer. There are worse things.