Yesterday was my second time going to Dialysis since having the PermCath installed. I had waited to shower until the morning and Dan helped me before he had to leave for work. We were worried about getting the incisions wet, because apparently that can easily lead to infection since the cath goes basically right into my heart.
My friend Chris who is a Surgical Nurse told me to get a roll of Cling Wrap and cover the area with that before showering. I was dubious at first because I'd never used Cling Wrap before but the package said it clings to every kind of surface so I bought a roll. If nothing else, we needed more wrap for the kitchen anyway. :)
As it turned out, the Cling Wrap works perfectly! My big mistake was pulling off a HUGE piece. lol I was able to cover from my jaw down past my boob. Next time, smaller pieces covering just the areas it needs to will be even better. =P
Anyway, we put the shower chair in the tub, Dan hooked the shower hose up and I sat there while he washed my hair and then I was able to finish my shower. Success!
After that, he left for work and I went back to bed for a few more hours. The van showed up about 11:10 and dialysis went very smoothly. The PermCath, as scary as it is, actually does make the process of dialysis so much easier. I don't care though. I still want it out of me. The sooner we get my fistula to the point where the nurses can effectively stick it, the better I will feel. I hate this damn thing sticking out of my chest. I can't sleep comfortably, I still can't turn my head very far due to the sensation of pulling, all in all I hate it.
There is one other thing I want to bring up...
Kidney disease can also have an effect on other bodily functions. In my case (and many other's) it causes real bowel problems. I no longer remember what having a 'normal' bowel is like. Generally I either have no problems, or I'm backed up for days. I can normally guess what triggers a bout of being backed up. I have issues with stress for example. When I get stressed the whole works seems to come to a standstill. For example, when my Mom died a few years ago, I was backed up for more than 9 days before I was finally able to go.
Also, whenever I have a surgical procedure that requires me taking anything stronger than Tylenol afterwards, I get constipated. I normally remember to ask for a stool softener before going into surgery so that I can head off potential problems before they happen. This time, I was told that I wouldn't need anything stronger than Tylenol, so I didn't bother. I have a small stockpile of pain medication because in the past, when I have had more invasive surgeries, the Doctor prescribes me something, I usually end up taking one or two of the prescription and then switch to something like Tylenol because I really hate taking any sort of pain meds at all, let alone something stronger than OTC meds.
Anyway, I got home from having the Cath put in and the pain was really a lot worse than I was told to expect, so I took one of my 'good' painkillers. Then, after about 8 hours, I was still really uncomfortable, so I took another one. Add to that the stress of the last week and BAM!
So remember, if you have kidney disease, make sure you try to get a good amount of fiber in your diet. If you have surgery that requires prescription pain killers, ask for a stool softener. Constipation is no fun and it can be dangerous.
Just something else you never really think about. :-/
Friday, March 30, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
PermCath will make dialysis so much easier... NOT
Today was my first time with Big D using my PermCath. The nurse plugged me in in reverse because she felt that it would go better that way. The arterial side was a little sluggish when trying to pull from it, so she pulled from the venous instead and things were ok...
Except...
It's a brand new cath and I love to clot. They ran me for about an hour with the alarm going off literally every 5 minutes until they finally decided to put some clot buster in each side to see if that helped.
I had to sit for an hour with the clot buster in the cath. Thankfully I had taken a pain pill before going in so I was able to fall asleep and stay asleep most of the day today. I didn't even realize the hour had passed until the damn alarm they set woke me up. I almost lept out of the damn chair it scared me so bad. hehe
After that, everything flowed great though. I ran for another 2 hours and they pulled a little over 4 pounds of fluid off altogether.
I still have pain at the incision site and I'm still taking some pain medication as of tonight, but all in all it was a much more pleasant experience than I've had thus far.
Here's today's pics and video.
Except...
It's a brand new cath and I love to clot. They ran me for about an hour with the alarm going off literally every 5 minutes until they finally decided to put some clot buster in each side to see if that helped.
I had to sit for an hour with the clot buster in the cath. Thankfully I had taken a pain pill before going in so I was able to fall asleep and stay asleep most of the day today. I didn't even realize the hour had passed until the damn alarm they set woke me up. I almost lept out of the damn chair it scared me so bad. hehe
After that, everything flowed great though. I ran for another 2 hours and they pulled a little over 4 pounds of fluid off altogether.
I still have pain at the incision site and I'm still taking some pain medication as of tonight, but all in all it was a much more pleasant experience than I've had thus far.
Here's today's pics and video.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Home from Surgery
This is what my Cath looks like. Just like normal, red is arterial and blue is venous. The nurses at the clinic will change my dressing tomorrow and clean it up while I'm in the chair, so hopefully it will look far less gruesome tomorrow.
I have no idea how to sleep with this thing in, but I suppose I'll figure it out. :-/
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Correction. Surgery on Monday morning instead.
As it turns out, I'm going in for the PermCath surgery on Monday morning rather than doing it this weekend. They will probably also send me for a treatment as soon as it is in place. Then I'm back to my Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday schedule for a while.
Who's not looking forward to Monday? THIS GIRL! :(
Who's not looking forward to Monday? THIS GIRL! :(
Friday, March 23, 2012
Well crap.
I'm having a more difficult time than usual collecting my thoughts, so this is going to be even more disjointed than normal. I apologize in advance.
When I ended my post yesterday, the plan was that I had to be at the hospital at 9:00 this morning for a Fistulagram. Later I got a call from the Vascular Surgeon's office saying that instead, I needed to be at their office at 12:30 for the procedure which they would do there at the office. Huh? I was told I would receive a phone call in the morning with more details. Great.
I spent last night powerleveling my Husband's Warrior from level 23 or so all the way up to level 38 (Yay for EQ Hot Zones!) and during all that time I thought long and hard about having another Fistulagram done since it had only been 3 weeks since the previous one.
This morning my phone rang and it was the Surgeon's office calling to give me the final details. I didn't mean to, but before I knew what was happening I become this weeping, sobbing, hysterical person who was begging not to have another procedure done on my poor fistula.
The nurse didn't understand why I was so hesitant until I asked her why I needed another one when I had literally just had one done a few weeks before this. She had no clue what I was talking about. Yep, that's right. This Doctor did not have any record of my having the Fistulagram a few weeks ago, yet the Doctor who preformed that one is in the SAME OFFICE.
I pleaded with her to just do an ultrasound or something instead. My arm is aching like you would not believe and it has just been unsuccessfully stuck 3 days in a row. I did not want to have it stuck again today and then have to stick it again tomorrow for dialysis. Finally she told me to just be at the office by 12:30 and we'd talk about it then. In the meantime, she would gather all of my records so they would have the entire story instead of bits and pieces.
I called down to Alabama to the Doctor who put the fistula in and had them send my records to this Doctor as well so that finally, all of my records would be in the same place at the same time.
When we got to the office, I had to wait until after 1:00 for the ultrasound (keep in mind I had had basically no food or drink since dinner the night before because we still didn't know at this point if I would have to have anything else done or not). The ultrasound showed that my fistula is, as we already knew, awesome. The flow is perfect, it's actually not deep at all (contrary to popular belief) and everything with it actually looks really good with one exception. There is some sort of crazy bend in it, which everyone has known about since my first time getting dialysis at the hospital. Apparently though, that wacky bend is causing a lot of grief because the nurses just can't figure out how to get a good stick because they don't know exactly where it is. As for the fistulagram, thankfully the Doctor agreed with me that there was no reason to have it done.
He asked me a few questions like, "Do you still make urine?" and "What is your Potassium?" I told him that I still make (in my opinion) quite a bit of urine and my Potassium, rather than being high, is actually low even with a Potassium supplement and eating a banana each day along with potatoes whenever I felt like it. He then asked me, "So why are you on dialysis?"
Uh? Because my Nephrologist told me to? It's not like I woke up one day a month ago and said, "You know what would be fun? Having needles repeatedly jammed into my arm over and over and over again in a futile attempt to cause me cramping and dizzy spells!" Uh no. That's not how it happened. Trust me.
He told me that my arm definitely needs a rest. It is so swollen and inflamed from all the infiltrating and bruising that it's no wonder nobody can get a good stick. He wants me to rest the arm for 2 weeks and then see me again to evaluate it. At that time he will either decide to open up the arm and physically move the fistula and straighten out the stupid bend in it or, if he determines it necessary, he will build a whole new fistula in the upper part of my arm. I'm really hoping he decides to go with the first choice.
In the meantime though, I needed to figure out if I still needed to be getting my dialysis treatments. If I did, then I would absolutely have to have a PermCath installed. It would only be temporary of course, just until my fistula was truly ready to be used, but it was my only option other than not getting treatments at all. I left the office with the understanding that I would go straight to my Clinic and talk to them about my options.
I got there and we did talk about it. As far as I was concerned, I was going to forgo the PermCath and just not get treated for the next month or so and in the meantime, the Surgeon could go in and move the fistula around and make it easier to stick. (I had misunderstood some of what they had told me while I was in the office... for example, I didn't catch the whole 'or build a new fistula in your upper arm' bit.)
The Clinic would have to get with the Nephrologist to decide if that course of action was appropriate and they would let me know but ultimately it was up to me to make the final call. I left out of there feeling happier than I've felt in awhile, because in my mind, I would be able to stop getting poked with needles long enough for my arm to heal and then they would reposition my fistula and then, like magic, I would never have another bad day again.
Reality is a bitch however...
The clinic phoned me shortly afterwards to tell me that the Neph had said that I definitely needed to continue with dialysis and that I should definitely NOT take a break of several weeks up to a month. I needed a PermCath ASAP and I needed to keep on my schedule.
Soooo...
The way things stand now, I'm going in tomorrow morning to have the PermCath installed. I'm terrified. I just keep reminding myself that it's a temporary thing and that as soon as my fistula is 'fixed', they can yank that son of a bitch out of me and we can get back to poking my arm.
Doesn't matter. Still terrified.
I'll post again as soon as I'm up for it. Until then, let's just hope they can pipe "Moves like Batman" into the OR while they install the damn thing in my chest... I'll need all the smile help I can get. :-/
When I ended my post yesterday, the plan was that I had to be at the hospital at 9:00 this morning for a Fistulagram. Later I got a call from the Vascular Surgeon's office saying that instead, I needed to be at their office at 12:30 for the procedure which they would do there at the office. Huh? I was told I would receive a phone call in the morning with more details. Great.
I spent last night powerleveling my Husband's Warrior from level 23 or so all the way up to level 38 (Yay for EQ Hot Zones!) and during all that time I thought long and hard about having another Fistulagram done since it had only been 3 weeks since the previous one.
This morning my phone rang and it was the Surgeon's office calling to give me the final details. I didn't mean to, but before I knew what was happening I become this weeping, sobbing, hysterical person who was begging not to have another procedure done on my poor fistula.
The nurse didn't understand why I was so hesitant until I asked her why I needed another one when I had literally just had one done a few weeks before this. She had no clue what I was talking about. Yep, that's right. This Doctor did not have any record of my having the Fistulagram a few weeks ago, yet the Doctor who preformed that one is in the SAME OFFICE.
I pleaded with her to just do an ultrasound or something instead. My arm is aching like you would not believe and it has just been unsuccessfully stuck 3 days in a row. I did not want to have it stuck again today and then have to stick it again tomorrow for dialysis. Finally she told me to just be at the office by 12:30 and we'd talk about it then. In the meantime, she would gather all of my records so they would have the entire story instead of bits and pieces.
I called down to Alabama to the Doctor who put the fistula in and had them send my records to this Doctor as well so that finally, all of my records would be in the same place at the same time.
When we got to the office, I had to wait until after 1:00 for the ultrasound (keep in mind I had had basically no food or drink since dinner the night before because we still didn't know at this point if I would have to have anything else done or not). The ultrasound showed that my fistula is, as we already knew, awesome. The flow is perfect, it's actually not deep at all (contrary to popular belief) and everything with it actually looks really good with one exception. There is some sort of crazy bend in it, which everyone has known about since my first time getting dialysis at the hospital. Apparently though, that wacky bend is causing a lot of grief because the nurses just can't figure out how to get a good stick because they don't know exactly where it is. As for the fistulagram, thankfully the Doctor agreed with me that there was no reason to have it done.
He asked me a few questions like, "Do you still make urine?" and "What is your Potassium?" I told him that I still make (in my opinion) quite a bit of urine and my Potassium, rather than being high, is actually low even with a Potassium supplement and eating a banana each day along with potatoes whenever I felt like it. He then asked me, "So why are you on dialysis?"
Uh? Because my Nephrologist told me to? It's not like I woke up one day a month ago and said, "You know what would be fun? Having needles repeatedly jammed into my arm over and over and over again in a futile attempt to cause me cramping and dizzy spells!" Uh no. That's not how it happened. Trust me.
He told me that my arm definitely needs a rest. It is so swollen and inflamed from all the infiltrating and bruising that it's no wonder nobody can get a good stick. He wants me to rest the arm for 2 weeks and then see me again to evaluate it. At that time he will either decide to open up the arm and physically move the fistula and straighten out the stupid bend in it or, if he determines it necessary, he will build a whole new fistula in the upper part of my arm. I'm really hoping he decides to go with the first choice.
In the meantime though, I needed to figure out if I still needed to be getting my dialysis treatments. If I did, then I would absolutely have to have a PermCath installed. It would only be temporary of course, just until my fistula was truly ready to be used, but it was my only option other than not getting treatments at all. I left the office with the understanding that I would go straight to my Clinic and talk to them about my options.
I got there and we did talk about it. As far as I was concerned, I was going to forgo the PermCath and just not get treated for the next month or so and in the meantime, the Surgeon could go in and move the fistula around and make it easier to stick. (I had misunderstood some of what they had told me while I was in the office... for example, I didn't catch the whole 'or build a new fistula in your upper arm' bit.)
The Clinic would have to get with the Nephrologist to decide if that course of action was appropriate and they would let me know but ultimately it was up to me to make the final call. I left out of there feeling happier than I've felt in awhile, because in my mind, I would be able to stop getting poked with needles long enough for my arm to heal and then they would reposition my fistula and then, like magic, I would never have another bad day again.
Reality is a bitch however...
The clinic phoned me shortly afterwards to tell me that the Neph had said that I definitely needed to continue with dialysis and that I should definitely NOT take a break of several weeks up to a month. I needed a PermCath ASAP and I needed to keep on my schedule.
Soooo...
The way things stand now, I'm going in tomorrow morning to have the PermCath installed. I'm terrified. I just keep reminding myself that it's a temporary thing and that as soon as my fistula is 'fixed', they can yank that son of a bitch out of me and we can get back to poking my arm.
Doesn't matter. Still terrified.
I'll post again as soon as I'm up for it. Until then, let's just hope they can pipe "Moves like Batman" into the OR while they install the damn thing in my chest... I'll need all the smile help I can get. :-/
Thursday, March 22, 2012
And... Third Strike. (Also a shout out to Chad and Angie!)
Today was a crap day all the way around. I got up, got my shower, applied my EMLA, made myself a lunch of chicken salad, a banana, and a big glass of water (I'm supposed to eat lunch every day-something I NEVER used to do-because I can't eat while onboard the machine.), turned on SportsCenter and relaxed for what I thought would be about an hour until the STS Van came to get me.
10:45 came, still no van. 11:00 came, still no van. A few minutes after 11, my driver called to say he'd be a "little" late and would be here by about 11:20. 11:30 came, still no van. I called my Dialysis Clinic to let them know that I was going to be late due to STS. 11:40 came, still no van. I was getting ready to call the Clinic again when he showed up. It was about 11:50 at that point. I got to the Clinic, weighed in (hadn't gained any weight at all if you believe the scale there... however I'm not sure I have a lot of faith in that thing), and got all my crap set up and readied myself for a great day of dialysis. Yeah, I know... but I was trying to stay positive.
The Nurse from the Access Center was there and she was just going to watch one of my regular nurses give it a go to see what happened. Today, for whatever reason, my arterial (you know, the one that never has any problems at all) decided to be a pita. First needle was a miss and then a clot. The Access Nurse took over for the 2nd try and she got it in with little to no problems and we got my labs drawn and got it flushed. Yay! They both said that it 'felt' different though. Of course I didn't feel anything different, so I have no idea what they were talking about. As long as it doesn't hurt, I'm pretty much OK with whatever...
Now it was time to stick that little venous bitch. That needle went in, tried really hard to clot, but in the end they coaxed it enough that it pushed and pulled fine! Yay!!! Only 3 sticks and no pain at all!!! It WAS going to be a good day!
And then...
They hooked me into the machine and started it up. Within a few minutes my alarm started screaming. Uh oh.
I'm still not entirely sure what the problem was, because when they used a syringe, my arterial pushed and pulled really well. When I was on the machine though, my pressure was whack-a-doodle. Rather than continue to try, the decision was made to just call it a day again.
I talked to my Nurse a little more about the PermCath. I'm still very, VERY opposed to the idea, but I don't know how much longer I can put it off. It was decided that I need another Fistulagram (see previous entry from a few weeks ago) to figure out what's going on. I may need an Angioplasty if my arterial has become too narrow. I was told not to eat or drink anything (this was approximately 12:30 this afternoon) for the rest of the day because I was having the procedure done this evening. Bleh.
Dan left work early to come and get me, we got home and I went to sleep. When the phone rang at almost 4:00, I thought that was my call telling us to come to the hospital. Nope. It was the hospital, but they were calling to tell me what time TOMORROW to come for my procedure. I said, "Tomorrow?" The woman seemed confused. "The Doctor's office didn't call you?" Of course not. It's only a potentially life-saving procedure and I'm only terrified out of my skin... why on EARTH would the Doctor's office call to fill me in?
So as it turns out, I was going to have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning at 9:00 in the morning for the fistulagram at Noon or so. Fine. We immediately left the house to go to the grocery store and get some food for supper. While we were out, my phone rang again. This time it was the Doctor's office telling me that rather than go to the hospital for my procedure, I would instead be going to the Doctor's office and having it done there at 1:30 tomorrow. Mind you, I'm still not supposed to eat or drink anything after midnight tonight, but yeah, my procedure won't be until at least 1:30 tomorrow afternoon.
Yeah, guess who's going to make sure to eat a nice breakfast tomorrow at about 6:30 a.m.? This girl, that's who.
All in all, I'm so over this crap. I want a fistula that works. No, scratch that. I want to have never inherited this damn disease in the first place. I hate PKD. I hate it with a passion so red hot that it burns.
And that was my day. Now I'm home and Hubby and I are getting ready to spend the evening playing Everquest (Remember folks, it is now FREE TO PLAY!!!).
Finally, as for my shout out to Chad and Angie:
Thank you two so much! You guys make my days bearable. Yesterday, even though it was a horrible day and I was in tears for quite a bit of it, you guys helped me through. Let me share that part of my day with you. :)
My ringtone is "Moves Like Batman". I got a phone call yesterday in the middle of all the bullshit (my Daughter's Doctor telling me that she doesn't need her gall bladder removed after all) and the nurses started talking about "Moves like Jagger". I explained that my tone was Batman, not Jagger. They had no idea what I was talking about, so of course I pulled up Youtube and showed them this video:
Everyone that saw the video absolutely loved it and several folks asked me for the exact spelling of "Screen Team". :) I told them to just search YouTube for "Moves like Batman" and then follow the links to see all of Chad and Angie's brilliance. :)
I left out of there with at least two of my nurses singing the chorus over and over again.
Today while I was sitting in the chair, in the middle of all the fail, my nurse was telling some of the others about the video so of course I played it again for even more of them.
Even on the worst of days, Chad and Angie can make me smile and for that, I sincerely thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. I don't comment on the videos and such, (I don't know why... I always mean to, but then I get distracted by something) but I watch them all and I love you guys.
Alright gang, Norrath is calling me.
I'll post something else tomorrow if I'm up to it after the Fistulagram.
Oops, forgot to add my photos...
10:45 came, still no van. 11:00 came, still no van. A few minutes after 11, my driver called to say he'd be a "little" late and would be here by about 11:20. 11:30 came, still no van. I called my Dialysis Clinic to let them know that I was going to be late due to STS. 11:40 came, still no van. I was getting ready to call the Clinic again when he showed up. It was about 11:50 at that point. I got to the Clinic, weighed in (hadn't gained any weight at all if you believe the scale there... however I'm not sure I have a lot of faith in that thing), and got all my crap set up and readied myself for a great day of dialysis. Yeah, I know... but I was trying to stay positive.
The Nurse from the Access Center was there and she was just going to watch one of my regular nurses give it a go to see what happened. Today, for whatever reason, my arterial (you know, the one that never has any problems at all) decided to be a pita. First needle was a miss and then a clot. The Access Nurse took over for the 2nd try and she got it in with little to no problems and we got my labs drawn and got it flushed. Yay! They both said that it 'felt' different though. Of course I didn't feel anything different, so I have no idea what they were talking about. As long as it doesn't hurt, I'm pretty much OK with whatever...
Now it was time to stick that little venous bitch. That needle went in, tried really hard to clot, but in the end they coaxed it enough that it pushed and pulled fine! Yay!!! Only 3 sticks and no pain at all!!! It WAS going to be a good day!
And then...
They hooked me into the machine and started it up. Within a few minutes my alarm started screaming. Uh oh.
I'm still not entirely sure what the problem was, because when they used a syringe, my arterial pushed and pulled really well. When I was on the machine though, my pressure was whack-a-doodle. Rather than continue to try, the decision was made to just call it a day again.
I talked to my Nurse a little more about the PermCath. I'm still very, VERY opposed to the idea, but I don't know how much longer I can put it off. It was decided that I need another Fistulagram (see previous entry from a few weeks ago) to figure out what's going on. I may need an Angioplasty if my arterial has become too narrow. I was told not to eat or drink anything (this was approximately 12:30 this afternoon) for the rest of the day because I was having the procedure done this evening. Bleh.
Dan left work early to come and get me, we got home and I went to sleep. When the phone rang at almost 4:00, I thought that was my call telling us to come to the hospital. Nope. It was the hospital, but they were calling to tell me what time TOMORROW to come for my procedure. I said, "Tomorrow?" The woman seemed confused. "The Doctor's office didn't call you?" Of course not. It's only a potentially life-saving procedure and I'm only terrified out of my skin... why on EARTH would the Doctor's office call to fill me in?
So as it turns out, I was going to have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning at 9:00 in the morning for the fistulagram at Noon or so. Fine. We immediately left the house to go to the grocery store and get some food for supper. While we were out, my phone rang again. This time it was the Doctor's office telling me that rather than go to the hospital for my procedure, I would instead be going to the Doctor's office and having it done there at 1:30 tomorrow. Mind you, I'm still not supposed to eat or drink anything after midnight tonight, but yeah, my procedure won't be until at least 1:30 tomorrow afternoon.
Yeah, guess who's going to make sure to eat a nice breakfast tomorrow at about 6:30 a.m.? This girl, that's who.
All in all, I'm so over this crap. I want a fistula that works. No, scratch that. I want to have never inherited this damn disease in the first place. I hate PKD. I hate it with a passion so red hot that it burns.
And that was my day. Now I'm home and Hubby and I are getting ready to spend the evening playing Everquest (Remember folks, it is now FREE TO PLAY!!!).
Finally, as for my shout out to Chad and Angie:
Thank you two so much! You guys make my days bearable. Yesterday, even though it was a horrible day and I was in tears for quite a bit of it, you guys helped me through. Let me share that part of my day with you. :)
My ringtone is "Moves Like Batman". I got a phone call yesterday in the middle of all the bullshit (my Daughter's Doctor telling me that she doesn't need her gall bladder removed after all) and the nurses started talking about "Moves like Jagger". I explained that my tone was Batman, not Jagger. They had no idea what I was talking about, so of course I pulled up Youtube and showed them this video:
Everyone that saw the video absolutely loved it and several folks asked me for the exact spelling of "Screen Team". :) I told them to just search YouTube for "Moves like Batman" and then follow the links to see all of Chad and Angie's brilliance. :)
I left out of there with at least two of my nurses singing the chorus over and over again.
Today while I was sitting in the chair, in the middle of all the fail, my nurse was telling some of the others about the video so of course I played it again for even more of them.
Even on the worst of days, Chad and Angie can make me smile and for that, I sincerely thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. I don't comment on the videos and such, (I don't know why... I always mean to, but then I get distracted by something) but I watch them all and I love you guys.
Alright gang, Norrath is calling me.
I'll post something else tomorrow if I'm up to it after the Fistulagram.
Oops, forgot to add my photos...
This is all the crap that is laid out when we first get started. I have iodine on my arm, you can see the arterial (red) and venous (blue) lines to the left of my arm. To the right are the tubes to draw my labs, 2 syringes with medicine to further numb the injection sites, and alcohol swabs.
Here's one of my needles next to my hand/finger. I have large hands btw... I'm almost 6' tall, so I've got the kind of hands you would expect a woman my size to have... Those needles are huge.
This is the package that the needles come in. Each package has 2 set ups. One red and one blue.
And finally, here's something dedicated to all my Nurses...
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