My leukemia's back.

She is starting to be interested in 'real' food again as the throat lesions diminish. Her attitude is best described as feisty - steroids at work. Ranting at her mother and doctors. This is not the kid I know. She's had ENOUGH. Yeah, 'Al', slowly but surely she's getting better.
There's something to be said for feeling well enough to be feisty. Better than listless and not caring.
 
We react differently to different illnesses, and the degree we're affected too. I can face a lot of things, go through illness, and usually I'm a pretty good patient. Pain is my disposition kryptonite. When I'm in pain, I am not usually a very good patient. The worse the pain, and the longer I endure it, the worse I get. Fortunately I have a pretty high pain tolerance threshold. It's not often that I've been in pain bad enough, and/or long enough to become a raving Mr. Hyde, but it has happened.

The first time I really reamed a nurse out, I had been in the hospital for 5 days. They were giving me 3 shots, 4 times a day in my butt. By then, my butt would automatically cringe when they came in with the hypodermic needles in hand. My parents were visiting me in the room, and here came the nurse with my shots. I rolled over a little, and she lifted the covers a bit, and hit me with the first shot. Then she hit me with the next shot.

My dad swears that I did not push myself up in the bed, but rather every square inch of my body flew upward, out of bed. In an instant, I had the syringe in my hand, the nurse pinned against the wall, and I was cussing her out, demanding an alcohol swab. It was so fast, the poor nurse didn't really have time to collect her thoughts, and handed me the swab. I ran it up the needle, and it snagged like crazy. She watched, then took the needle, and examined it. They had not cut it properly, and it had some serious barbs. I've seen fish hooks with smoother barbs. She apologized, and promised that since I was getting 12 shots a day, they would draw my shots, instead of using the pre-filled syringes, because they had noticed this problem in the latest batch of them. By drawing the shots, they could catch any flaws with the needle before trying to harpoon me.

Something else I learned during that stay. Around day 8, one of the nurses suggested I try a shot in my leg. The idea of getting a shot in my leg was disturbing, but my butt hurt so bad, I was willing. That was the second best suggestion I've ever gotten from a nurse. Shots don't hurt as bad in the leg. I still prefer them there.
 
I was in the hospital once with vomiting that would not stop. The nurses decided to medicate me thru a feeding tube - that goes in the nose. They say I reared up and took out two nurses - I could not stand the feeling of it going into my nose.

The sent for reinforcements and the new nurse told them to give me the meds via IV.
All peace was restored. Amen.
 
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I was in the hospital once with vomiting that would not stop. The nurses decided to medicate me thru a feeding tube - that goes in the nose. They say I reared up and took out two nurses - I could not stand the feeling it is going into my nose.

The sent for reinforcements and the new nurse told them to give me the meds via IV.
All peace was restored. Amen.
IV meds way better than feeding tube.

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