This time Bob did pretty much the whole infusion of the alpha-1 antitrypsin. The nurse only had to remind him of a couple of things and make 2 or 3 suggestions to make it easier on him and/or me. It went well, but it still freaks me out.
My job is pulling the plunger back in the syringe to make sure my blood isn't clotting once the needle is in my vein but before we add the medicine. If my blood clotted, we would have to find a different vein to poke. It takes quite a while to mix up the medicine and get everything ready. So, I pull back on the plunger, watch the plastic tube fill with my blood, push down on the plunger, watch my blood go back into my body, along with a little saline. This just fascinates me. I could play with this the whole time Bob is working. Except then I remember it's my blood and well, maybe it's not so much fun.
While Bob and the nurse put everything together I hold my hand with the needle in it very still. The nurse tells me I can move it around a bit like a regular hand, but I don't want to. I don't like having a sharp needle in my vein that could puncture another spot in my vein and allow the blood to escape into my tissues. So I keep my hand as motionless as possible. The nurse says I'll get used to it. She said that one of her clients had to go pick up her son at school and just threw the IV bag over her visor in her car and went to get her son. The police of course stopped her with all the tubing hanging down from her visor and out of her hand. What kind of new drug and delivery system was this? She just laughed and explained it, and they let her go. Well, anyway, I won't be driving around with all that hanging off me. Eeeew, scary.
Glad week 3 is done.
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