Vampire Time

To add: ?? Dr P came and reviewed my skin infection. Heart rate raised and CRP up however i was efebrile. Groin wound continues to slowly heal.


After my fall, we made our way to East Surrey Hospital for my blood tranfusions with my "just in case overnight bag". Rob dropped me at Kingsfold Unit at 8:20 and went off to make his Monday morning work call. I hobbled into the lift, leg really hurting after my fall and checked in. Luckily they said I could go straight through to the room where they would be giving the blood rather than sit in the waiting room which meant I was able to bagsy the window seat!

They wanted to cannulate me straight away and I had to explain the saga of not the right arm because of the DVT, and then that the left arm I had had lymph nodes removed. However, we had to go somewhere, so the left arm was the only choice. Mercifully the lady doing the cannula gets it in first time. They then take about 6 phials of my blood to test. 

Another day, another cannula!

Various doctors, nurses, my oncologist and my breast care nurse come and take a look at the skin infection in my groin and pubic bone. The reason they want to look is because my infection markers are raised and therefore they need to decide if they want to stop flucloxacillin and move me onto something stronger. The infection markers are measured by looking at something called CRP:

C-reactive protein is measured in milligrams of CRP per litre of blood (mg/L).Normal CRP levels are below 3.0 mg/dL.

Mine is 127mg/L! Now cancer can cause these to be raised away but this is a pretty high reading. Bugger. However, they decide that the area that was infected actually looks improved from the other day, they also say that the other area looks like it's on the mend. They want me to carry on with current antbiotics and the bloods can get underway. Hooray!

They also look at the new area I have on my arm, caused by the dressing from the other day. They decide that this is not infected, and is a reaction. 

Sorry gross image incoming..... 

 

My allergic reaction to the dressing on my arm

The rest of the blood measures from the test are fine and it currently looks like I'll only be having 2 bags worth of blood. That, coupled with no IV antibiotics means I hopefully won't be staying in.....

Rob goes and finds us a hospital picnic for lunch, he returns with various goodies,including chicken teriyaki - lol!

It's now 13:30 and the blood team bring my blood through. They pop it on the drip stand, flush my cannula, attach the blood and here we go......

Bag 1 of hopefully 2!

An exhausted moi hooked up to the blood

The first blood bag will take 3 hours to go through. They have to run it that slowly as it's the first time I've received an infusion, so they will need to monitor me very carefully. The first 15 minutes are crucial as it's when you see if your body will reject the blood or have a reaction. Luckily I have neither and therefore Rob heads home.

I spend the next 3 hours reading, blogging and playing on my iPad. Then it's time for a quick toilet break, they want to do a urine dip test and I'm hooked up to bag 2.

 Bag 2 of hopefully 2

Because I reacted well to the first bag of blood, they are able to this one more speedily. It takes 2 hours to drain through. They then release me from the blood bag, remove the cannula (hooray) and let the docs know I am finished. The docs then come round a little while later, say my bloods are good enough for me to go and that's it. Hooray!!

I head over to Tilgate Annexe to see my friend Karen who has been admitted again 😟, she's bought  a blueberry cheesecake slice for each of us and she also bought me a lovely Ted Baker smellies set! We have a quick gossip and then Mum and Col arrive to take me home.

First ever blood transfusion - done!

Clots All Round

9th June - I woke in the early hours and my whole bed sheets were covered in blood! Obviously I panicked like crazy. I had blood all over my face. It turns out in the night I had had a horrendous nosebleed. Because I’ve been on blood thinners, it was obviously worse than a normal nosebleed as it takes far longer for clots to form than normal. The nurses wiped up my face and changed my sheets. I know it’s only a nosebleed but I was bloody (haha) terrified when I first saw it!

After a shock first thing, it was lovely to see Caroline for lunch. She brought me in a very nice lunch. She brought French bread, kettle chips, couscous and then scones with clotted cream and jam! After eating hospital food for so long, it was a real treat!

Later that afternoon, I had a Skype session with Amy. Skype is so brilliant as it was like Amy was there in the room with me! All we can’t do is hug....

My arm that has the PICC line in is getting more and more red around the dressing and also becoming more puffy. Really hoping there’s not a DVT in there!

10th June - This morning Amanda, Paul, Rob, Sarah and Chris visited. Was lovely to see them all. We had a good chat and then we went into one of the many hospital gardens and sat in the sunshine.

In the afternoon Mum and Col visited and we spent time chatting and some more time in the sunshine.

P.S. Caroline, Clarke family and Mum & Col, not calling you clots! Just thought it was funny 😜

The PICC line

I am woken early and told I am about to be taken down for an operation to insert a PICC (Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter) line. I am barely awake and for a while through a hazy fug I fight with this doctor about this. I know I react badly to anyone putting anything in my veins. But basically it’s tough shit. The nurses are going to be giving me daily IVs (tbc) and taking daily bloods. They need to do this somehow and a PICC is the best way rather than a daily stabbing. The PICC is allows bloods out and treatment in so it really is the best solution. I agree and am wheeled to theatre carrying Recky to squeeze throughout the op.

Once down in theatre I am warned of the risks: The PICC line can move out of position if it is not secured in place (with sutures). There is a risk of vein clotting (thrombosis) or vein inflammation (phlebitis). You may get an infection at the insertion site or in your bloodstream. The PICC may need to be removed and you may need antibiotics. I sign the consent forms.

I am then prepared for the op. They remove the old cannula. The docs clean my arm, and use an ultrasound machine to find the deepest and best vein to use. One doc injects my arm with anaesthetic and it fecking hurts. I grip Recky as tightly as I can with my other hand and squeal with the pain. My veins are so bad but luckily the doc gets the big bugger needle in first time to get the line in place. The other doc finishes off by doing an xray to make sure it’s all in situ perfectly (which thank goodness it is!).

If needs be the PICC can apparently stay in your arm for 12 months 😮, average is apparently 6 months. I’m only prepared to keep this in whilst I’m in hospital. It’s flappy and annoying. It’s restrictive and if when I’m out I’m not having IV chemo then why do I need it in. Whilst in hospital I’ll need the dressing changed at least once a week and a regular flush through.

Michelle comes to see me but I am fast asleep, she leaves some goodies for me and disappears without waking me. Bless her. I wake up to an awful smell, the woman in the bed to the right of me has shat the bed.... It really smells 🙈

 My arm begins to feel bloody sore already.

The temporary tape holding the PICC in place is really itchy but they have to leave the PICC uncovered for 24 hours after the op just to monitor it. 

Laura visits that evening and I am a bit more awake and talking than I have been before which is cool. She tells me about her cool visit to the USA and some exciting exploits she got up to! I remember really liking her jacket and weirdly I dream about it that night.