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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A chronically ill writer, I am a unique person letting my quirks come though in my creations. Not just a writer but a crafter, I love making something someone can enjoy. I'm a guard girl at heart trapped in a body that rejects her passion. Once struggling to see that the path may wind and twist, I now take each turn in stride. I ultimately want to become a Certified Child Life Specialist, helping kids overcome their fear of the hospital. Writing, as always, on the side. I try to look for the beauty in things and remeber that something good will come from the pain I have endured. As an 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." View all posts by thechronictypist
