It's a long, long road....

The day started fine, knowing it was going to be a routinely long day with having both my pamidronate, blood work and my doctor appointment. Let me preface this by saying: they are never on time and nothing ever goes as planned. Blood work goes great, first shot in the arm, boom, done! Then the wait begins. Appointment is for 11:00am. It's 11:00 am. Continue to wait. A thought suddenly pops in my head. I wonder if the receptionist ordered my pamidronate from chemo, wouldn't be the first she's forgotten, which can result in an hour long wait. Sure enough, she forgot and ordered it while I stood there. Dare I mention she was the same one who lost my papers about an issue last year that I had to have redone and redelivered. Anyway, Get the holler for my name and head to the scales. To my surprise and delight even the hospital scales had me below 200! It was usually about 5 lbs off or so. That made me happy. So far, so good. Charity, my beloved nurse comes in, takes my vitals, filled out the form regarding nausea, vomiting, fever, headaches etc. A few check marks but nothing that hasn't happened before or that we are awaiting other specialists to take a look at things. Bladder, bowels, bones, spine etc. I'm examined by Doc, nothing out of the ordinary. Then comes the "vein talk". My veins aren't doing what they are supposed to do. They roll, hide, shrink, burst, everything except allow the IV/needle to get it. It's been decided, much to my chagrin, to have a port inserted into my chest to allow greater ease with IVs and needles. Here is my white port that will be surgically placed under my skin next Friday. The woman is not me, shows how the port will look when it is healed. An X-ray showing the port. And how the port works. I'm scared for next Friday, I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but I can't keep putting these poor nurses through trying to find those stupid little veins, this will be so much easier for them. (Source: Photo of woman) So we head home, stop for a little lunch, my arm is sore as we are driving, but I figure it's because they now use these big huge IVs/needles when on me, they usually use the paediatric IV. So we eat, but it continues to get more and more sore. The IV is draining fine, so, again, I figure it's just the new needle size. Sitting at home, I notice my arm slowly swelling around the insertion site. Now I'm freaked. Show it to my husband, he says to call the hospital, they say come down right away, and we do. Apparently the 'nose' of the IV got bent and started filling my arm under the skin instead of the medication going into my vein. Damn veins, damn big IV. They take it out and send me home. So now, at nearly 4pm the next day I await the clinic to call me back because it still looks like I have a breast implant under my arm and it hurts like hell. I'll keep you posted. Until next time!! Thank you for the prayers, love and support.