I had my IVIG today and it didn’t go as well as usual.

The morning started off fine, until one woman, who came in for a transfusion kept coughing. Her son said that she had a cold or was getting over one, but the way she was hacking and coughing didn’t sound like a cold to us. The nurses moved her into the private room for her transfusion. I hate to say this, but the rest of us in the room were very glad they moved her. Each time one of the nurses needed to attend to her, they put on a face mask and gloves before they entered the private room.

The next thing – I went to the bathroom and just as I was going to wash my hands, my IV comes out. What a mess! My VERY expensive medication is running all over the floor, my arm is bleeding and I’m trying to stop it and get the bathroom door open at the same time for help. I finally get the door open, call Kaye and all three nurses come to help me.

After all the excitement has died down, my IV needs to be restarted. Problem: we can’t use the same vein. Kaye ends up putting the IV in a vein in my wrist. Ouch! My wrist still hurts.