Something very silly after the fact - but hurt and scared myself first. I was sitting on the couch and went to stand up. I wasn't watching my feedbag line and pulled the needle out of the port in my chest. I was waiting for blood etc. Nothing exciting except the sting of pulling it out. But I panicked and after I called for a nurse to be sent out, I called my mom. My poor mom, I call her for any little thing.
What an exciting life I lead. I also have been on one of my sleep binges due to fatigue. I hate it. I feel like I miss so much but I physically cannot help it. Thank goodness for my mom stepping in whenever I need it.
Other things are wibbly wobbly. But over all doing good.
Sorry for the short post - but it really has been quiet.
More later -
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