Last week I showed my doctor my PICC line in my left arm where I connect my medicine and how it has gradually pulled out of my arm a bit and needed replacing (it's been in there for 5 years now). She asked if I'd prefer to get the PICC line inserted in my chest instead of my arm. I asked her what the benefit would be as I'm very used to the arm line but said, "You'd have both hands free and could clean and dress the PICC line yourself." With Brian so sick, I figured I'd better get the line changed to my chest so I can take care of it myself. It will also be a bit easier for me to cover myself (without help) prior to taking a shower. I hate the thought of changing something I'm so used to but I'm relieved to know I can take care of it myself now in case Brian gets worse. I'm sure I'll get used to it after a period of adjustment just like I got use to a cord coming out of my left arm!!!
So this Friday I have to go let a general surgeon insert the line in my chest (my doctor picked the surgeon so I guess he's done PICC insertions for several of her patients). The bi*ch about it is it's done with general anesthesia so I have to have someone pick me up instead of just driving myself home. Brian wanted to go with me but he's on a walker now and can't do a whole lot of walking. Ochsner Hospital (the main one) is HUGE and not only could he not handle all the walking that is involved, he's really not supposed to be around a lot of people, and DEFINITELY not around a bunch of sick people! My problem is I really HATE having anyone have to wait on me for anything but the doctor's nurse assured me she wouldn't release me if someone wasn't there to drive me home and it could not be a cab driver! I even offered to stay a couple of hours more before driving but she wasn't going for it.
One of my oldest friends, Linda, is going to pick me up after the procedure and I'm going to take a cab that morning to the hospital once the drive time traffic is over. Linda is also my most UNRELIABLE friend but she called me today to ask why I hadn't called her yet with the time and place, so I guess she's going to remember to pick me up! I added 30 minutes to the time so she doesn't have to wait for me to be released and the doc's nurse is going to phone me on Thursday to confirm the time I have to be there. I'll also order a cab on Thursday, too, to come get me on Friday.
I don't have a problem helping someone out but I'm really bad about asking someone to help me when I need it (anyone but Brian, of course). He hates that I won't let him come with me though he knows I'm right -- he just also knows how much I hate having to rely on someone to help me get something done...