Day 2 June 2, 2009

I woke this morning at 11:30 or midnight, can’t remember. Here I thought I was going to get a solid night of sleep. NOPE! And the really annoying thing was, I was hungry. Really hungry. That hunger you just can’t ignore, because if you do, you’ll feel awful when you really wake up. Fantastic. So I got up and had a banana and some strawberries. When I was at the Grocery store, I saw them and thought strawberries would be so lovely to have. And they were. So had some fruit and needing to digest, I started writing the first letter. Couple hours later, I realized I was hungry again and, I was fully awake. I decided to have my leftover steak and veggies and finished my letter.

Breakfast again in the motel. I had fresh waffles with syrup, a small milk and hot chocolate. Lovely, wonderful, awful, bad idea. When Cathy checked my blood sugar, I was at 248, which is apparently not good. Yesterday, I was more around 120 or something like that. They had to give me a shot of insulin as the steroids can cause a blood sugar spike. That was shot number one.

Monday, I was poked with the diabetic meter twice and they stuck me for the IV twice, as I was thinking of having them leave the needle in overnight to avoid being stuck too many times this week. The IV needle is not metal; it is plastic and therefore flexible. The needle is a plastic tube that has an actual needle in its center that can be drawn out after making the initial hole. I compared this to getting a piercing and Andy agreed it was. So Andy stuck me in the lower arm, but the vein was too crooked, so they had to get me in the crook of the elbow where my veins are generally cooperative. So first day – four pokes. Second day. Two diabetic sticks. Andy wanted to place the IV in my right arm and went to a usually cooperative vein. It hurt a little, then it was rather uncomfortable as she tried to insert the plastic further into the vein. It wouldn’t go in.

There are valves in your veins to keep the blood from going the wrong way due to gravity. The veins can also prevent the needle from going in. Andy had to take the needle out to try again on a different vein. She tried the vein on my wrist that aligns with my thumb. Ouch. I felt it a little bit too much when it went in, then there was this weird shooting pain that made my thumb tingle. Apparently there’s a nerve near where she was trying to stick me. She hit it on accident. That was when the vein decided to collapse. Out came the needle. Andy then had to try the vein in my lower arm, halfway between my wrist and my elbow. I said ouch very loudly. Then continued to say ouch as she pushed the needle into place. Damn, that was not pleasant. It doesn’t hurt any more, but that was really not fun. Second day – five pokes all ouchy.

Side note: Before I came out here, Cathy and Dr. Wynn told me I could bring anything I wanted to since I was going to have a lot of times on my hands. I brought my laptop, three books, and because I didn’t want to be lonely, I brought Martin. Martin is my oldest stuffed animal, and my favorite. He is a brown bear that looks his age. My aunt Genevieve gave me the bear when I was six months old. His fur is worn, he’s lost his nose, one arm was torn off and sewn back on incorrectly, so he looks like he’s asking for a hug. A bear hug. (hee hee) Which is about the cutest thing I could possibly think of.

The day went pretty quick and except for the mishaps with getting the needle into my vein, nothing else noteworthy happened. So I guess that’s all for Tuesday. A few of you have asked me how long I’ll be here. I will be down her until Saturday morning, checking out by noon. Will be back in Rockford that night and have Sunday off to recoup and do laundry. So in case you want to see me, I will be at my favorite place on Saturday night.

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