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Nightmare Nurses
In the real world, today I have the first part of my TB test so I can eventually get Remicade. This must be what prompted my dream. The Remicade is to be administered by infusion - an IV drip that takes two hours.
I was at the Med Center with my Mom, and we accidentally wandered into the nurses' area before I checked in. The man before me was having a long thick needle inserted into his left arm. Attached to the needle was a flexible tube, and it ran into a large glass tube, maybe 2" diameter and 1" long - the whole setup is now reminiscent of the vacuum tube my lab has - filled with a milky pink fluid that looked awfully like Pepto-Bismol.
At that moment as I was watching, someone stuck a needle into the back of my neck. I hadn't been warned so I was shocked, but just as I figured out it was my own procedure, the fluid started pouring out of my nose! Apparently by sticking it in my neck, the fluid found a way to escape, however it was difficult to breathe with liquid streaming out of my left nostril. People, nurses, my Mom, tried to help me, covering my remaining free nostril with a tissue, but I pushed it away so I could breathe. Nurses were running around yelling for the surgeon.
When it all finished draining, I was incensed. I figured out / remembered that I'd come for a TB test, and had never checked in, so they shouldn't've been administering anything. I started to question the nurse, and she said they already knew what my allergies were so it was safe, and so on, but I was still (understandably I think) irritated that they'd started the procedure without telling me, and without my doing the appropriate paperwork. She also told me that it wasn't a TB test they had given me, it was some pregnancy medication. This made me more upset, as I had to know what it was specifically, and she didn't know. I mean, it could've been something that makes pregnancy less likely, which didn't bother me, or could've made pregnancy more likely, which would be quite worrisome. My mother agreed with me on that. I was yelling so everyone else in the area could hear.
The nurse called the doctor. I forget his name (it was clear in the dream), but Dad had seen him before. He started asking me what I was doing down in NYC seeing a doctor, and I said that I usually used my own back in MA, but they're hard to find the time to see, and besides I already knew doctors in New York, and I started to realize that he was distracting me from my concerns, and on the one hand I was calming down and on the other I was irritated he wasn't answering my very valid worries. I was impatient to find out the answer to my question, and started thinking that if they didn't say something constructive I might talk to a lawyer about a malpractice suit, when my alarm rang. Shame, I really wanted to know what the heck they thought they were doing.
I was at the Med Center with my Mom, and we accidentally wandered into the nurses' area before I checked in. The man before me was having a long thick needle inserted into his left arm. Attached to the needle was a flexible tube, and it ran into a large glass tube, maybe 2" diameter and 1" long - the whole setup is now reminiscent of the vacuum tube my lab has - filled with a milky pink fluid that looked awfully like Pepto-Bismol.
At that moment as I was watching, someone stuck a needle into the back of my neck. I hadn't been warned so I was shocked, but just as I figured out it was my own procedure, the fluid started pouring out of my nose! Apparently by sticking it in my neck, the fluid found a way to escape, however it was difficult to breathe with liquid streaming out of my left nostril. People, nurses, my Mom, tried to help me, covering my remaining free nostril with a tissue, but I pushed it away so I could breathe. Nurses were running around yelling for the surgeon.
When it all finished draining, I was incensed. I figured out / remembered that I'd come for a TB test, and had never checked in, so they shouldn't've been administering anything. I started to question the nurse, and she said they already knew what my allergies were so it was safe, and so on, but I was still (understandably I think) irritated that they'd started the procedure without telling me, and without my doing the appropriate paperwork. She also told me that it wasn't a TB test they had given me, it was some pregnancy medication. This made me more upset, as I had to know what it was specifically, and she didn't know. I mean, it could've been something that makes pregnancy less likely, which didn't bother me, or could've made pregnancy more likely, which would be quite worrisome. My mother agreed with me on that. I was yelling so everyone else in the area could hear.
The nurse called the doctor. I forget his name (it was clear in the dream), but Dad had seen him before. He started asking me what I was doing down in NYC seeing a doctor, and I said that I usually used my own back in MA, but they're hard to find the time to see, and besides I already knew doctors in New York, and I started to realize that he was distracting me from my concerns, and on the one hand I was calming down and on the other I was irritated he wasn't answering my very valid worries. I was impatient to find out the answer to my question, and started thinking that if they didn't say something constructive I might talk to a lawyer about a malpractice suit, when my alarm rang. Shame, I really wanted to know what the heck they thought they were doing.
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The lj-cut was b/c at least one of my friends has a needle phobia, and I don't know whether he reads this or not, so I didn't want to squick him out if he does.