No, not instant messaging. Intra-muscular. Last night's nurse (with whom I've totally bonded) decided to stop digging around in my arm (now that I've started watching intently, yeah--that's what they're doing. If she has to pull the needle all the way out, she has to pop open a new one for the next stick. So she tries wiggling it about as much as possible which is why my forearm looks like one big bruise) and ask if I could have the meds IM instead of IV.
Turns out toradol cannot be mixed with the other drugs because it crystallises. She gave me a toradol shot to the shoulder.
DAMN.
That was painful.
The rest of the drugs went into the glute. Biggest shot the nurse said she'd ever given someone all at once. I love to be a nurse's first time...not.
Communicating with my GP it seems that IM is not desirable. It certainly comes on slower, and that doesn't bode well. So I guess it's back to the old snipe hunt for my veins. I feel like such the delicate flower.
Shots worked, though. I'm feeling much improved over this time yesterday. So even if it wasn't optimal, it was still effective.
Now my specialist just has to get back to me with the referral he mentioned.
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I was brave today and faxed a request to the current specialist that he fax referrals for self and son to UCSF's neurology center. Cross fingers that he does and that they accept us.
I've only ever had Toradol IM, and yes, ouch.
I think my comment was "That's like a piece of my headache fell off into my arm!"
I just don't want them to have to hunt for veins in my feet or neck.
There's no winning position.
I hope you have as smooth a transition as possible.
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?
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