So, morning dawns. During the night the world has made some decisions. My dad is sending Dr. Crutcher a stetha-scope because he never listened to my chest. The Blood is being ordered since I have bottomed out on the red blood count and then in comes the Herprin IV.
I was visited again by the IV lady. She came in to "restart" the IV. They don't restart anything. The do a whole new one from start to finish. Did anyone remember that I am needle phobic? First the lidocane, that takes a needle, then the big poke then the ....... I don't know I never watch.
Then Mr. Herprin started. Drip, Drip, Drip. 20 ml an hour. It is the doctors form of slow water torture.
Heprin imediatly begins to thin your blood. The idea being that if your blood is thin, then you won't have any more clots that go to places such as your lungs, hearts, brains etc. But because they were happy that I was being pumped, no matter how slowly with blood thinners I was back in action. Walking with oxegen, being able to get up and use the bathroom and even having a chance to take a shower..... It was a great morning.
They came to do another blood draw and had the chance to let me know that Mr. Heprin line could not share with Mr. Blood Transfusion line. They had to be different.
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