Lately I’ve been feeling a bit like a human needle cushion. I never really had any problems with needles, I don’t get impressed, dizzy or feel much pain, but I got to a point now where I cannot stand them anymore. This year I’ve had more needles inserted in my body than in my whole life.
It all began with the blood tests, biopsies and MRI’s (yes, there’s a needle involved here too, an injection of a contrast agent into the bloodstream). Then there were the surgeries and anaesthesias, five this year alone. And let’s not forget the daily injections of fertility drugs, actually twice a day, I had to administer for two weeks. Chemo, of course, was the last drop, with countless blood tests, injections and intravenous treatments. During chemo my poor veins refused to cooperate any longer, my left arm felt like a junky’s arm, and I am so glad I have a port now, it makes things so much easier, faster and painless. In fact, the port looks a bit like an actual needle cushion and it can be used for drawing blood and administering drugs. Although it is very practical, it means some extra needle pricks as it requires some maintenance. It has to be flushed regularly to prevent clotting and occlusion.
Now on top of having blood drawn almost every week, I started having acupuncture to try to relieve some of the side effects of chemotherapy. Great, more needles! I don't know what crossed my mind, I should instead stay quietly at home healing and resting.
I don’t have a needle phobia yet but I don’t wish to see a needle, syringe, blood, infusion bag or catheter in the next couple of weeks (I would like to say months but I know it is unrealistic!).
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