It's a bird. It's a plane. No. It's a bunch of Lyme patients and we're pissed off and ready to rumble. For three weeks, we've sat, we've waited, we've agonized as our new "IV" nurse struggled to learn the art of clean/painless insertions.
I think I was the first victim. To be clear, I'm not the easiest stick (small veins), but this was completely unbearable.
(nurse) Well, that didn't work.
(nurse) Boy, you're tricky.
(nurse) Hmmm...let's try it this way.
(me..screaming) GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!!!! (As she punctured my vein and the IV hose squirted all over everything...including inside me).
Like lambs going to slaughter, we all watch in horror as she heads in our direction (Note: she won't touch me again since I freaked out, but I've seen others suffer and I am on a mission to save them).
Tonight...a plan is cooking to a) Find a guy who knows a guy (insert shrug and Brooklyn accent here) or b) Launch a massive complaint effort with the doctor tomorrow (since I am not violent, I will probably go this route, but there's no telling...wink, wink).
Wish us luck!!
Altered Today: Plans for a painless IV future, hair color, dinner (Note: I ate non organic AND a piece of bread today...holy camole...cheating on my diet, not napping, craving things, feeling scrappy, singing in the shower. Is it true? I really am starting to feel better).