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.
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