Yeah, the second PICC line made it less than a week. We found ourselves at the hospital again on Tuesday. They managed somehow to squeeze us in to get it done at 6pm rather than have to spend another night. I got a chuckle out of the thought that perhaps they called upstairs to tell them we were coming and someone called in some favors because they didn’t want us back. Yes, that’s what you get when you have an over active imagination and way too many hours in a hospital room. 😛
Honestly though, all the folks at the hospital have been great. On our second and third visits we saw several of them again and they were all so happy about seeing us. Wish I could have returned the sentiment but we were, after all, at the hospital!
We’re down to the last 24 doses of antibiotics to reach our 6 weeks. I’m counting them down, watching Adrian closely and wrapping his arm with everything I can find to keep him from pulling this one out. Next time I think we’ll just go for the full body cast and make life easier.
Wait. There’s not going to be a next time, right?! :O