The next few days were full of surprises for me. All this time I’d thought that I was supposed to be short of breath after strolling around the couch ten times! Wrong! I hadn’t been able to lay on my sides to sleep at night and my back was beginning to scream about that but suddenly side sleeping was not only possible but the best way to sleep. Once again I was lulled into thinking I was on the mend.
Another fever started on a Friday and I battled it off and on all weekend. I finally tearfully agreed that the doctor must be called and he pronounced that it must be a PIC line infection and I needed to make another trip to the hospital. The hospital confirmed an infection after drawing several gallons of my blood. I was sent off to have my PIC line removed. Greg was upset thinking that he’d made me sick. Removing the PIC was a piece of cake but it turned out that putting a new one in was not going to be so easy. Damn those roly poly veins of mine. Doctor decided a central line would be safer and easier to install so off I went for that procedure. The nurses put in a regular IV so that they could sedate me but it turns out that installing a central line hurts! I guess I could be over stating this since I was also quite sick with infection and that tends to exaggerate pain perception but OW!
I’m hoping that was that last dramatic episode and that I’m on the mend. I’m trying to cut back on pain pills now and find that between the pain and the lack of narcotics I get a little weepy. It doesn’t help that I try to overdo things and work too hard at getting better instead of letting it come naturally but now we have more good news! Greg’s surgery has been approved!! I have to get better to take care of him.