So, today I got my 8th? PICC line placed (peripherally inserted central catheter). They had to make a second incision because it wouldn’t thread in the first spot. Basically they told me my veins narrow in certain places they shouldn’t and that overall they are tiny baby veins. My luck. They tried threading the guide wire tons of times and they were finally able to get it in place, thank goodness. My arm is super freaking sore though from being messed with and in a tourniquet for nearly 2 hours. Anyways, I have of course named my PICC line because cute names make things suck less. My PICC’s name is Percy and he will help keep me hydrated with saline infusions. Watch out y’all, I’m gonna be extra salty now! (See I’m funny…)
Percy the PICC Line
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As I am disabled and chronically ill, I have a unique perspective on the world and I try to let that come through in my writing. I am optomistically realistic, a outlook that has helped me deal both emotionally and mentally with my rollarcoaster of a life. As a wise old man once said "Look for the light and you will often find it, look for the dark and it is all you will ever see.". In terms of the future I hope to earn a degree in Psychology with a minor in Communications. I know that it will be a long and difficult journey, but ultimatly I beleive it will be worthwhile. Striving always to better myself and gain more insight and knowledge, I am open to constructive criticisim via email or private message. View all posts by thechronictypist
