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Show 196 "Let's go back upstairs to your room," she is saying, helping me back into my bed, cautioning my positioning so as to not displace the tube she has so carefully just placed. She is pushing my bed down the hallway when a nurse sees her and takes over the pushing. Back in my own room, Dr. Chappie has just withdrawn a very large syringe of my blood and is standing next to my bed with the syringe in her hand. "Are you ready? We need to hurry from this point." I am nodding my head as she quickly attaches the syringe to the port of the tiny tube. She depresses the plunger and the pain begins at the point of blood meeting dura and continues, squeezing the breath from my lungs, burning up into my chest to my jaw and sending white lightening down into my legs in broad and firm bolts. I am finding myself holding my breath. I am unable to move anything at all. "You have to feel intense pressure in your legs for this to work," she is saying, looking into my face. I am unable to respond. |