Once again...

Monday morning i awoke to my arm three times it's normal size. The Picc nurse came and evaluated and yep.. i had blown it. So by 1230 I had Ty with a babysitter, thank you steph, and was driving to banner desert. I went to the Preggo triage thinking that since i was preggo that i should start there. Four hours later the one Picc nurse for the whole hospital looks and says that it needs to come out. duh! So they took it and kept some to culture it to see if it is infected as well. By 8 that night the Preggo triage decides that i need to be seen by a internist. So they wheel me down to the Real ER on a Monday at 930. Never do this. Do not go to the ER on a Monday night at 930! I convinced stuart to go home so that he could get some sleep and TY could go to bed in his own bed. Luckily, stuart took my purse as well. IT was one less thing that i had to worry about. There is something to be said for the type of pple in the ER that night. Lets just say that I worked at a Psych ward for too long. 6 long hours later they figuare that I can't be put on anything that would help and all I need is warm compresses. Joyness. Stuart came back and picked me up. So I have no IV or Zofran and Iam back to being in bed. OHhh and this morning puss starting to come out of the sight. Thanks for the infection, dirtest place in the world. Lets hope it doesn't go to my shunt. I swear that this is just getting complicated for the heck of it. Anyone want to pay that bill?