For those of you just joining us, I was told that I needed an infusion that while great at killing fungal infections would also cause me to shake uncontrollably. Now we resume our regularly scheduled programming:
“Tremors? Like an earthquake?”
“No, more like a seizure. Dr. McGann didn’t tell you?”
“No… I guess she had enough bad news to tell me. Why does this medicine do this?”
“Well, not to worry, we give you Demerol to control the shakes, it’ll relax your entire body; you’ll often fall asleep through the infusion.”
Saturday approached faster than I had expected. The future always seems so far away until it sticks you right in your android chest receptacle, er– Port-a-cath.
They had to hydrate my blood first, so I had been on a steady drip of saline for the past few days. It is true what they say: when they first push the saline through it goes right to your taste buds. It’s disgusting, like gargling seawater laced with a medical “after smell.” At least it was for me.
At that moment I was reminded that I had never been hospitalized before; no pneumonia, bad fever, or any broken legs for that matter–
Well, I did break my wrist once in third grade, but I wasn’t hospitalized. It was a stupid mistake…