I've been doing my best impression of a pincushion this week. I've been poked by needles six times in five days. Just after I'd commented on how it doesn't phase me anymore I was put to the test.
My Tuesday appointment was an absolute waste of time. When I got there, I found that the lab had "lost" my blood work. (Needle poke one.) The nurse told me that they had sent her the wrong info, for someone with a name very similar to mine. (If they transposed them, poor Rachel Ball is going to get the shock of her life.) The doctor had nothing to tell me, except that he was going on vacation the next week, and so had me go back to the lab and give blood again (needle poke two), and scheduled a Friday blood draw (needle poke three). Hemoglobin came in at 7.9 on Tuesday, with platelets actually coming up a little from the previous week at 32 instead of the dismal 22 of the week before. White blood cell count stayed the same. On Friday, my hemoglobin and platelets actually held, which made me think that they had gotten things mixed up again, and were reading the wrong results, except for the fact that my white blood cells came up a little. Maybe this is the beginning of an upwards trend. Fingers and toes crossed.
Despite the fact that my hemoglobin held, my doctor scheduled me for a blood transfusion, anyway. Because he was going on vacation, and would not be in the office for ten days, he didn't want to take any chances that my red blood cells would tank again. So, after driving down the hill on Friday, coming back up, and working a full work day, I had to go back down again to the hospital to get crossed and typed (needle poke four) for a blood transfusion on Saturday.
I was late to my appointment Saturday. This was my first time receiving a transfusion at the "transfusion center". The nurse monitoring the transfusions was irritated with me for being late, and wiggled the needle around in my forearm (needle poke five) for a couple of minutes, unable to get the vein, before giving up, and placing in the inside bend of my elbow (needle poke six). Yes, I have gotten used to needles and blood draws, but if you've never had one, IV needles are the pits. I can't look at them when they put them in. They're about the size of a sewing machine needle - stiff long and painful.
They pushed two units of blood, and this time, it went much quicker - about three and a half hours total. Downside to the quick transfusion was that I was freezing cold by the time I finished. They keep the blood refrigerated, and you can apparently get hypothermia, if you're transfused too quickly. I had to go out and sit in the sun for ten minutes to warm up at all, and looked like a crazy person wearing a fleece lined sweatshirt in 75 degree weather.
So this week, I look like a junkie with bruises all up and down my arms, but I can breathe and I don't have any tightness in my chest, so I suppose it's worth it. That, paired with the fact that I don't have to see the doctor again until the 15th makes me feel like I'm on vacation myself.
