(sorry Janis, Peter, Sam, Dave and James)...
In case you did not already hear, last week, I took another lovely ride courtesy of the Ross Valley Paramedics and spent another several days in the hospital followed by the much ballyhooed and anticipated (and scheduled for July 30) cholecystectomy. My stay at Marin General Hospital was generally quite pleasant, given the circumstances, with one notable exception.
On July 4, my IV ceased functioning and after several checks, the nurses decided to put in a new line. This is not their fault, things like this happen. But there was so much edema in the arm where the first IV had been that the nurse could not confidently locate a vein so she called in another nurse who tried on the other arm. Hey! I had my first experience with a collapsed vein. THAT nurse, in turn, called in the big guns head nurse who assured me that HE could do this and went back to the original arm. He jabbed me and believe me, if I had seen a sharp instrument nearby it would probably be lodged in his head right now. He hit a nerve. The burning pain ran from my index finger to my shoulder blade and the top of my hand felt as if it had been held in scalding hot water for several minutes. And this moron DENIED that he hit a nerve. Naturally, I went postal, ballistic, etc. and started screaming and crying (this just an hour after David Nelson called (just as Peter Albin walked in the room to visit) and I told him how well everything was going). I mandated NO NEW IVS and waved the staff away with what is generally referred to around here as a "Royal Fluffy" (you had to be there). The staff at least respected my wishes but it left me without dilaudid for the evening.
The following day (surgery!) the anesthesiologist was easily able to locate a vein and painlessly start an IV drip, so I have no idea what was going on Friday night.
And now here I am at home and on the mend. A little nausea, very little pain... I have no idea what made me think this would wait another month.
I do highly recommend some of my nurses, Mary Ann Konzcal (our kids went through school together), Ma'an and Renee, who were above and beyond the call of duty wonderful to me the entire time. My surgeon, Dr. Ann Vercoutere, is I believe the best general surgeon in Marin. I changed my dressings today and forced myself to look for the first time - such tiny incisions!