Friday, December 01, 2006
Vein burst, words cursed
A few days ago as I was giving myself a Rebif injection in the thigh, I had the misfortune of hitting a vein. These injections are supposed to be subcutaneous (in the fat). Not only is it a very painful thing (I think I screamed something like "Motherf*cking-jesus-son-of-a-b*tch-christ-on-a-popsicle-stick!") but there was an unusual amount of blood which of course made me woozy.
My first reaction was to panic. I had heard that it's a bad thing if you get an air bubble in your vein - not sure why, maybe it's bad for the heart? So, I called a "nurse" through something called MS Lifelines which is a program sponsored by Rebif. The so called "nurse" that I spoke to had the voice of a twelve year old surfer girl and clearly had no idea if I was in any actual danger. Lets just say that she did not inspire confidence in me. Since I figured that if I was going to die from an air bubble it would probably happen pretty quickly I poured myself a glass of wine and went back to work on a beading project. The necklace turned out lovely.
My first reaction was to panic. I had heard that it's a bad thing if you get an air bubble in your vein - not sure why, maybe it's bad for the heart? So, I called a "nurse" through something called MS Lifelines which is a program sponsored by Rebif. The so called "nurse" that I spoke to had the voice of a twelve year old surfer girl and clearly had no idea if I was in any actual danger. Lets just say that she did not inspire confidence in me. Since I figured that if I was going to die from an air bubble it would probably happen pretty quickly I poured myself a glass of wine and went back to work on a beading project. The necklace turned out lovely.
