Day -20 - not looking forward to this one much

20 days until transplant day and it started with a great night's sleep.  Breakfast was a simple affair consisting of nothing at all in preparation for my catheter installation.  After having a mercifully small amount of blood taken first thing, I went on to have a long, slow Zarxio injection which I think was far more uncomfortable for the nurse giving it to me than it was for me as she had to bend double to stick it in the back of my arm.  Glad I had Susan there for moral support as, quite frankly, that injection was quite painful.
Done an hour early, we wandered off to my next appointment which was the fitting of the catheter through which I will get me stem cell transplant.  There is quite a lot of tubing involved in this as the 3 catheter tubes are in front of my right collar bone while the tube runs through a major vein pretty close to my heart.  The procedure was quite painful in parts - if you've ever tried pushing a skewer through a tough piece of steak, that was pretty much what was going on inside my chest.  I was given some intravenous "happy juice" that made me dozy as well as deadening jabs in the neck but I still fell like I've been hit on the shoulder with a 2 x 4.  I did enjoy being wheeled around the hospital in a wheelchair by Susan, though.  But I don't want to make a habit of it.
Susan is now on her way back to Asheville now and I will have to work out the timetable for the shuttle from SECU House as well as make use of cabs on Saturday and Sunday as it is way too far to walk.
And now it is time for a nap before dinner which is served, if I wake up in time, in an hour and a bit from now.

Comments

  1. NonieDecember 10, 2016 at 4:30 AM

    I thought you were just showing off when you said you needed quite a lot of tubing for your catheter until I realised it wasn't going in your willie.

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  2. The John MycroftDecember 26, 2016 at 9:09 PM

    Bit personal! I buy that catheter tubing by the yard at Home Depot.

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