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Show 197 "Suzanne?" she is asking. She signals the nurse who then grabs the emesis basin and shoves it in front of my face. I am managing to shut my eyes against the black spots that are appearing. "Are you OK?" she is asking. "We have to finish this quickly or the blood will clot in the syringe." I am taking a deep breath and managing a nod. She depresses the plunger yet again. "You did really well," she is saying, tearing off the latex gloves and throwing them in the garbage can. The nurse is wiping the sweat from my face as I settle back into the bed. Dr. Chappie has not removed the tube from the intrathecal space in the event that we must do this again. "Most people would have been climbing the walls up to the ceiling, screaming all the way." Her saying this has somehow made the waiting for a possible next time a little easier. |