I was at the hospital again this morning. Unfortunately, they felt another intravenous dose of antibiotics was needed, therefore another line had to be put in. Could the nurse find a vein? Not a chance. Eventually she managed to find one in my hand, though only after leaving me like a pin cushion. Not her fault at all. Purely mine. My heart was racing and the sweat pouring off of me. I was ever so slightly tense, you might say. She told me that I was by no means the worst. One couple came in, where the girl was being given a line, who promptly passed out, only to be followed into unconsciousness by her male companion. They also get screamers. Fortunately, I did neither, though I certainly felt like doing both. Thinking of friends currently going through much more intense treatment than mine helped immensely.
I'm hoping that tomorrow things will be better and they'll set me loose. In the meantime, it's foot up time again.
As always, any prayers offered will be appreciated.