Fever is still with me especially during the afternoon hours when it kicks up to the mid 100.x or a bit higher. I keep tabs on it with my thermometer, but I can tell by the way that I feel that I am still sick. Today was another day of mostly napping and lying down. I hate this kind of existence as I don’t have much patience. It has been a full month since my surgical procedure on 9-15-12, and I expect to be feeling better. I don’t know whether this antibiotic treatment is not working or what. If not, maybe they are going to have to remove the port and just get on with it. I know I cannot continue to have this infection running my life and keeping me from getting my valuable chemotherapy. I am really anxious about getting started with that, but I don’t think that is going to happen until my body indicates that the infection is on its way out.
Today the home health care nurse changed my port needle, but the home office gave her a needle with two ends instead of just one. That means I have an additional step in flushing my port because aspirating the main line draws blood up into the secondary part, and that needs flushing now too. It’s not difficult; it’s just that I am so exhausted from this blasted infection that everything seems to be an effort.
Patience has left the building, so I am going to try to cultivate more as I know I really need a better supply than I have currently. Seeking donations.5 6 7 8 © 2004–12 Donna Peach. All rights reserved.