it's a fascinating experience. The nurses, (women) at the facility that I am going to are so kind and so funny and so caring...the 4-5 hours I spend there having my blood circulated out and having plasma removed are (almost) enjoyable. This time we had an issue with the line that would take the blood out (my right arm) . It took several attempts with a needle that I cannot even look at to get a vein that would work...I glanced towards the end at it after the procedure was almost done...it's so big and it's Stainless Steel...so there's not give to and one has to keep one's arm perfectly straight and still. After 45 minutes of getting the "set up" done in the veins of each arm.... my partner was allowed in. I was still in a panic mode...but calmed down quickly as things began to go much more smoothly. As with the first week, I was fine when it finished and HUNGRY...so we went out for a broiled seafood platter...and then hurried home. It was time...I fell into a deep relaxing (coma-like) sleep for almost 3 hours. Woke up and ...wanted to walk the dog...but, alas, the weather is NOT cooperating here in South Florida. Life Is Beautiful.
p.s. the Third actual attempt to get a needle into a vein that would work was done by the Head of the Department...they called her in and she was the "miracle worker". It took her a few minutes...but she did it with the first "poke" she put in. I'm a little bruised and battered on the arms...but feeling lucky!
p.p.s. after the lines were in and we were underway...one of the younger nurses asked me "how do you feel?" ~~I replied exactly how I felt "like a cat on a hot tin roof". I had to explain it to her...LOL.