My new port went in this morning. Oh well.
I got up at 6:30, put on an acceptable hospital outfit, and walked down to Mt. Sinai. They’re getting pretty used to me down there. Maybe I can get some sort of customer reward card.
The surgeon did the procedure without any sedative.. just local. Yikes. My face was tented so that I couldn’t watch, but he had an anesthesiology resident scrubbed in with him, and was describing what he was doing with enough detail that I didn’t really NEED to be able to see. I’ve got a decent imagination.
“So, there you can see the pectoralis, and here, the deltoid.. you follow this line between them seperating the.. ” Etc.. “Nurse, may I have a rake?” A RAKE!?? What on earth are you planning to do with a rake?
It’s on the left side this time. And this time he went into the subclavian vein, instead of the jugular, which I’m guessing will mean that you won’t be able to see the tube running under the skin the way you could on my last one.
The course of treatment has been settled on, and I’ll start on monday. To say that I’m not looking forward to it would be a little coy. I am dreading it. I’ve done it before, so I know what I’m getting into, and that’s just the problem! This time there will also be the addition of a drug that will make me break out with acne. I had terrible acne as a teen, and I really hated it.. It was such a blow to confidence! I hope I’m able to handle it a little better as an adult. This acne drug also has to be dripped every week, instead of every two.. so it’s going to make the schedule just a little more grueling.