Bad bad bad Ouchy beck

So Monday had to have my IV port replaced. Again.

This is minor surgery except for the fact they’re tapping into an artery. Eeek.

I know I shouldn’t worry. They’ve done it a few times. I ain’t dead yet.
I can’t bleed out, to death.
I’d be a pale corpse.

Ok. I’m a pale live person. But you understand.
I live to be a nice looking corpse. (:wink:). I insist.

Tonight tho’ I’m in some minor pain from this minor surgery, by what looked like a minor surgeon (I hope he was a surgeon, I’m not sure how he’s had time for college, med school and a surgical residency, plus skateboard camp, inside his 14 years). Eh, a minor annoyance.

Ivy doped me up with my pain meds.
Nope.
Didn’t work. Just gave me another minor annoyance. A headache. (And they make me kinda crazy)

Good lord, will this ever end?

Oh yeah. The pale corpse…

As a local friend, who is an amputee, said after recent surgery on his stump, “Well, I’m still on the top side of the grass.”

Hang in there, Beck. My best wishes always.

Thank you fellow insomniac!

Better today.
Dialysis port worked.
No clots. No blood bath.

Soon Tacos!! :taco::hugs:

Hope the betterment continues.

I’ve only ever had a regular IV hookup and I do not look forward to the possibility of any other ports or lines.

Huzzah!

They ain’t for the weak.
Oh…I guess they are.

I’m usually not too concerned about these things, I’m an old hat at having invasive procedures. Even though I drone on and on about it here, I usually do pretty good. (Ivy says a bit different because I complain to her. Hey! I write her check she needs something to do.

Add pain tho’, and my good sense goes out the window.

You always make me hungry for tacos!

Get the Bell app. I get offered free stuff, with purchase, all the time. Got a free Doritos Locos Monday. Yeah, couldn’t eat that abomination.

Ivy choked it down.

I actually bought the grandkids a big box of tacos home today. 2 Doritos ones added to the box. No one wanted them.

They’re giving them away.

Thanks! I love doritos locos!
Mail them to me!:taco::taco::smile:

What happened to corndogs?

After reading numerous odes to corndogs via your posts, I developed my own fixation to the nasty things. I think there’s one lurking in the back of the refrigerator. I can make that part of a wholesome breakfast.

:rofl: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :rofl:

Boy, that’s a real knee-slapper!

(Seriously, if a port or shunt or some other hole going from outside to inside hurts, watch for redness and fever. If you notice these things, get thee to medical help ASAP. And you already know this…)

~VOW

I still love my Corndogs.

They are fickle friends, tho’.

They started doing flip flops in my touchy tummy. Ivy vetoes them. I bow to her knowledge of my bowel. Sometimes.

Yep. Had the infections before. We watch. And are careful.
I hated to do the change in this heat dome weather. Needs must. Had no choice this time.

I’m glad to hear you are better today and am almost totally envious of your taco menu. Maybe I’d better get back to prepping my basil for pesto so I can eat something nummy too. :drooling_face: