Okay, usually when I get my Remicade, its no big deal. Not today! (I asked if weight gain was one of the side effects and he said yes, just lovely).
They couldn’t find a usable vein. The first IV he stuck in was fine then blew out and the fold of my arm blew up as fluid filled under the skin. You want to talk about pain, it felt like my arm was being squeezed tightly. Then, because he had already mixed the medication and its worth about $2000, so we didn’t waste it, he tried the other arm. See, I’ve had so many needles in my life that my veins are pretty scarred up. They always have trouble getting in there. He couldn’t get the vein at all. He dug around but it wouldn’t pop up. And if anyone knows having someone move a needle around inside your skin, IT HURTS! So, he gave up there and moved to my wrist. Even more painful because there are more nerves there. Couldn’t get that one to work either. He finally just gave up and called in the anesthesiologist to try and find a vein they could tap. She had to find a small one on the underside of my forearm which hurt like crazy because the skin is so thin there.
And of all days, I’m all alone. Why is it whenever I need someone, at a time like this, I always end up alone? And people wonder why I feel the way I do. I really needed to talk to someone when I got home today instead of just lying on my bed crying. My arms are all bruised and aching and yeah, I’m just a little upset about being poked with a needle five times in a row.