I was discharged from the hospital Sunday with a PICC line. For those of you who don’t know what that is (I sure didn’t), it is a catheter that goes into my arm, through my vein to my heart. I have to administer IV antibiotics 3x/day for 4 weeks through this thing. I have visiting nurses come weekly to take blood, change the dressing and make sure I’m doing ok. Apparently, what happened is, the doc went in vaginally with a needle to access my ovaries. Something was punctured and I bled into my pelvis. The blood gathered there in a blood clot which bacteria easily got stuck onto and grew great, because I guess blood is a good medium for bacteria. The infection went to my bloodstream, and I was in excruciating pain with 103 fever and the sickest I’ve ever been in my life. Can you believe this? You think you’re going in for a simple egg retrieval and you end up deathly ill in the hospital for 9 days with a bacterial infection in your blood. Then you have to give yourself IV antibiotics 3 times a day. I can’t take it. I feel like crap. The worst thing: I have no idea what this means as far as being able to get pregnant after this.
I’m going to see another RE in the area today. I am NOT going back to my other doctor, obviously. I’m really afraid of what this new doc will say. I hope I can keep trying to have a baby, but I’m really sick right now. I only have until October to do a donor cycle, and it probably won’t be until close to then before I’m off of this PICC line. – By the way, this PICC line situation is completely freaking me out. It was a bacterial infection in my blood that caused me to become so ill. Now you’re sending me home with a hole in my arm and a tube with direct access to my bloodstream? Holy anxiety attack. I had to be medicated for them to put this thing in, I was so anxious. Now every time I have to do it I get dizzy and anxious. It’s horrible. I hope, hope, hope the new doc will say I can still go ahead and try to get pregnant. I can’t believe this is happening. The past couple of weeks seem like a blurry bad dream. The positive in all of this is that my husband and I have become closer every day during this craziness. Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more, I do. In that respect, I’m the luckiest woman ever.