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Show 326 me is saying, also laughing, holding up the amputated pieces of blue fabric. She fotis-tijenHfito a ball and tosses them into the trash can in the comer ofthe room with the flair of a basketball star. "A new fashion statement," I add, catching my breath, feeling finally a little cooler. My chest is aching as well and I realize that, out of necessity, they have accessed this Porta-Cath to run the IV medications in spite of its being newly inserted. The skin over it is very tender and I can sense the needle piercing the tender area. I will not dwell long on the fact that the staph infection was almost certainly something I "picked up" in the hospital itself. I have been here on a minimal Versed drip for a few days prior to the surgery, stiffening steadily, needing the plasmapharesis more and more each day. I am instead relieved that the infection was discovered early. Staph is not kind. I often go home with what Dr. Emerson calls "The ICU Crud." It can take weeks to resolve. But this is the first time anything hospital-acquired has required intervention beyond simple time away from the hospital and patience. "Feeling better?" Flo is asking. |
