Things are slowly coming into a more stable pattern.
At 2030, or so, yesterday we received a large, chilly box. Said box contained various packages of tubing, infusion hardware, gloves, a disposable IV stand, and a large package of pre-measured doses of a powerful antibiotic. Said last now fills 1/5 of available refrigerator space.
We got up early this morning and showered between thunderstorms, foolishly assuming that we would soon be visited by a nurse. The last word we received has the nurse arriving at 1330. We could have used the extra sleep.
The nurse is to insert a line and then teach me how to use and maintain that line so that we can administer the antibiotics q 8 hrs for the next week. I used to know how to insert lines and maintain them. But the hardware and technology for infusion therapy changed while I was working in the isolation of the clinical lab. Now I need to be refreshed in knowledge and skill for an aspect of care I have not used much since I graduated in 73.
This is when my native OC nature kicks in. From all those lab years, I know the reasons for what I am going to do and why it must be done just as instructed. Poor Gloria! I’m rather a foul nurse, and I’m unlikely to change. However, I tend to treat myself in the same manner when ill. At least she will have that to conjure with.
She had hoped to go dancing in Jonesborough tonight. I doubt it will happen. The risk of losing the line is too great.
While grocery shopping in Greeneville yesterday, I bought a new wireless router. I installed it this morning and our network is operational again. Range is still not that great. It may require an extender.
I make no concession to the date or to equine matters. If you feel the need to consume ethanol, go ahead. I don’t encourage such marketing.