Today, I am having the bone marrow biopsy done and the port-o-cath placed into my arm. You need not wonder how I am feeling, because you know there is the mandatory IV if I am to go to sleep. So, I am very afraid of getting this IV, but I have to be brave and am trying to remain confident that I won't feel a thing.
I meet the nurse, she is so nice. She's taking me back to the operating room. I quietly reveal to her, like a little child, that I am afraid. She immediately turns into a wonderful, caring mother. She's lovely.
She explains everything to me as she preps the room. She brings in the other nurse, who will deliver the IV into my arm. She also understands my fears and is very warm and reassuring. It's time to get things started, and I have become flushed, trembling, and completely unstrung. They talk me back to semi calmness. One nurse lets me hold her hand, while the other nurse prepares to start the IV. My baby delivery breathing ensues, and I think I am breaking Nurse Pat's hand as the IV finds its temporary resting place in my arm.
The Doc comes in, he has a wonderful sense of humor. He keeps me laughing until its time to................................................................................................................................................................
.............................................................................................It's over, I'm awake (but not really). I'm moving. I'm home. I take a hot bath (where did that water come from). I eat a burger (where did that burger come from). (I suspect that Aaron is behind all of this stuff appearing out of thin air). I take some codine. My back is killing me, and my arm is going to fall off if I move it. I go to the bathroom. I am calling Earl.......Eaarrlll Eaarrllll.....I brush my teeth. I'm going to sleep
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