Sorry its a grump blog. Those ladies nervous about chemo may wish to not read on. Its not nasty I promise-- just a great example of how things don't always go to plan which has happened today in spades.
This is now officially my worst chemo day ever. I thought last week was bad with 8 attempts to get cannula in...
Although we managed the cannula today, they then missed the inter-peritoneal port totally and pumped in almost three quarters of a litre of saline into the subcutaneous layer instead. It was horribly painful as needle was in only partway and crooked to boot but firmly clamped in that painful situ with tape. 3 Tramadol just about dulled it to bearability.
Once we realised the problem I have been walking around trying to disperse and massage away a melon-sized squishy protruberance that made everyone I met do a triple take including the nurses...
We just now managed to have second successful attempt and the taxol is now flowing in, after having to repeat the premeds. It took me pointing out that a different position to give them a flat hip surface on which to work, instead of me sitting up and them going in sidewards, could make a big difference in terms of judging what get needle in "straight" might mean. It did - straight in, no pain.
After that I then do the undignified slooshing phase of "Heath Robinsonesque" bed tippage and rolling for 2 hours after. Apparently I now need to go onto the MALE chemo ward for this as the unit is closing for the day soon. And manage it myself as the nurses there don't know what to do. Oh joy.
So much for this being the shorter of the two sessions...been in since 10, won't be out til at least 9 <sigh> It did work, not nurses fault, as they are learning all the time on the IP front, but OMG I want this %}#€ing process over now.
And to cap it all I can't now collect my new kitten tonight as planned not happy at all about that either! On the basis that cats improve all post I have added pic of said kitten, still in RSPCA jail. Luckily they did their suitability visit yesterday and described our home officially as "pussy heaven." Husband v proud and has put on Facebook -- of course.