Its day #22 and I’m so hoping my numbers will show some recovery. I’m hoping, yes, but my gut tells me recovery hasn’t started yet. The blood work proves my gut feeling was right. My platelets and white blood cells are low, low, low! It’s just hard to shake this one off. Transfusions are scheduled for this afternoon. They ordered two units but the hospital only had one. One is better than none!
The transfusion ends up being very unpleasant. There was confusion about my pic line and the facility not having a copy of the original x-ray indicating where it was placed (well it was done at MD Anderson). I called Jennie at MD and within two minutes the report was fax to the nurses’ station. Modern technology – I love it! I was happy and ready to have my transfusion. I have already been medicated and am lightheaded. But, that was not to happen so easily. “Was it really installed properly, they asked?” Huh? Mind you we have been using this pic line for 10+ transfusions at this location! A chest x-ray was ordered STAT to verify the location. So, instead of using that pic line I was stuck in one of my already black and blue veins and the transfusion was given directly into the vein. Once again, I begin feeling “funny”. Am I having a reaction to the platelets or is it anxiety? I make it through the transfusion. They tell me the results of the x-ray are not yet available so to call on Monday to see if my pic line needs to be adjusted!
This whole incident was upsetting to me and painful! It could/should have been handled so much more delicate and with the patient in mind (me). I’m shaking so when I get into the car and get right into my bed when I get home. I wasn’t home 10 minutes when the nurse called to tell me that my pic line was perfectly placed! Grrr!
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