A stitch in time...

God moves in mysterious ways...

Something I didn't mention in my update about Monday was that when they told me my blood count levels, I questioned how the haemoglobin could have gone down so much when the other numbers seemed stable. The doctor agreed and checked the system and suggested a re-check, requiring more blood to be taken.

At this point I had been transferred to the Medical Assessment ward.

She was not familiar with drawing blood from my Hickman line and I refused to let her draw blood using a needle (you know I hate them, I was tired and annoyed from all the waiting and frankly didn't see why I had to go through that when the central line was there for that very purpose).

Anyway, Sarah mentioned to the doctor that someone from A&E (where we were initially admitted) may be able to do it as they had done the initial blood drawing. The doctor must have misheard because we had a nurse from Ward 5E (the cancer ward where I was an in-patient previously) come down and do the procedure in a matter of minutes.

Where am I going with this??? We took the opportunity to ask the nurse to check the line as where the tube comes out of my chest was still a bit red and was causing some slight discomfort - she had a look and noticed/hypothesised that a stitch was actually still there...

Any hoo - when I had the transfusion yesterday we asked the nurse they to double check - lo & behold there were some stitch remnants still there.

So double good news from the Monday night debacle:

1. A top-up has given me more energy for a great day today, hopefully for the boys return tomorrow and for Phase 2 next week
2. My Hickman line should heal properly now and if the stitch had stayed any longer there was a risk the skin would have covered it completely and made life difficult later

So as my Dad commented on my previous update, there seemed to be a reason for Monday night after all!