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***I promise I won't post too many more gross pics***
Yesterday morning I wasn't sure how much more my arm could take. My blisters were oozing through my bandages and I was sleeping with towels under my arm. Barf, I know! So when I went to get a dressing change and the nurse said my arm looked worse than before I thought I was going to cry. Then came even more bad news. She noticed it looked like the external part of the PICC was longer than it was supposed to be. Sure enough, it was supposed to be 8" and it was 16". I knew at that moment my PICC was coming out. She called my Dr and of course he told her to pull the PICC. Part of me was so relieved that my arm would finally get a chance to heal. Part of me was terrified for my lungs. When I got home and assessed the damage of my arm I realized that I am so grateful for the fact that my line came out because my arm looked horrendous.
|Obviously, I feel super attractive at the moment!|
Later in the evening I started to notice my forearm was starting to swell. I pulled out my PICC packet of potential problems and the symptoms seemed to point to a blood clot. At this point I was pretty freaked out. After all the pain and trouble with my skin I couldn't imagine a blood clot. And of course my skin was almost non-existent so I couldn't even imagine how they would do an ultrasound over the open sores. I called the on-call pulmonolgist who told me to try warm compresses and to call the doc in the morning. By 2am I woke up (because I was hungry actually- good sign that I am feeling better) and noticed my swelling was pretty much gone. I think the swelling in my upper arm was draining (because of gravity) to my lower arm which was causing the swelling. My arm was a little red, but it is also itchy and irritated. So for now I think my PICC troubles are over and I just have to hope my lungs received enough antibiotics to be okay and that my arm will heal...eventually.