This morning Jess was 50 which is pretty much the same as 59 - effectively 0. The raw skin near her PICC line is worse. The wound team was back today to see if the silver powder did any good. It didn't. After the 45 minutes of torture removing adhesive from raw, sore torn flesh and fascia we collectively decided to remove the PiCC line so the wound could be properly dressed and hopefully heal.
But that leaves the problem of no IV access. After the trauma she already experienced she had to face her fear of needles once again. The iV tech tried twice digging each time. I was trying to distract her. Finally I said something that made her laugh and she relaxed long enough for the tech to find a vein. It went it. Jessie isn't the kind if person to dislike anyone, but I don't think she liked that tech very much. After the tech left and it was all taped down, I got her an ice bag for her slightly swollen hand (the first attempt). The tears ran down her red face as she talked about how much she hated needles. I could see she faced yet another trauma today. I held her and kissed her fuzzy head. How I wish I could take all this away.
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