This morning I woke up with a scratchy throat and after I had a sip of my morning coffee, I started throwing up. I took some pain medication and nausea medicine, but that came right back out. I spent the rest of the day vomiting and feeling nauseated, I ended up going to the ER this evening.
After being poked so many times in the last few weeks, nurses have a hard time finding a good vein. This time going in, it took two different nurses five tries to get this baby needle in me.Both my arms are all bruised up, people might mistaken me for a druggie if they didn’t know what I was going through.
Since I have a PET scan tomorrow, my sis requested if it was okay to go home with the IV. She probably felt bad that I been needle-abused.
On another sad note; two days after my surgery; they took out my catheter, only to have it put back on and that took four nurses and five tries to get that think back in. I’m telling you, it’s not fun being so “little” in the hospital.