Because I Rock...

So last night Jim went snowboarding with his guys leaving me to handle my IV all by myself, like a grown up. Keep in mind that I have NEVER hooked myself up before, Jim always does it for me and watches the drip, so that the line doesn't fill with air and pump it into my system killing me. How hard can it be right?
I got home from my parents house, Happy 26th Anniversary yesterday by the way, around 8:15 and take all of my medical junk downstairs to our bedroom so I could lay on the bed watching Beauty and the Beast while being fed nutrients through my vein.

I have ADD.

I didn't get the IV going until 8:45 because there were other not-so-important things that demanded my attention apparently. I realized the Jim was supposed to be home any minute and would be pissed that I hadn't started my IV, cause it takes a few hours to drip, so we'd be up all night. So I rushed to it and maybe didn't sterilize everything just right, life goes on though. I preceded to enjoy my Disney Classic and curl up under about 60 blankets when I receive a text from my loving husband stating that he had a blast and is on his way home, though they were going to stop and get food, an unnecessary detail to share with you, but it's already typed out so I don't care.
The movie ends and the IV is a little over half done. I figured I'd be safe to close my eyes for a few minutes. Bad idea! When I finally woke up the IV was completely empty as was the drip control, and the tube. The IV line attached to my arm is filled with blood and a large air bubble. In case you didn't know, when a large air bubble is pumped through your veins and reaches your heart, you die.
Because I haven't ever done the IV by myself, I have no idea how to remove the air bubble from the line. So I didn't the only logical thing I could think of just waking up. I grab a saline tube and just flushed the line, pushing the air bubble into my veins, and hoped for the best.
I grabbed my phone and texted Jim about my little folly, he wasn't happy and told me I should have just pulled the air bubble into the syringe instead of pushing it into my body. Ya, my IQ is dropping by the second being pregnant.
Anyway, that's pretty much how it went down, I'm still alive so no harm no foul right?
Moral of the story: Amber is not allowed to hook up to and IV and go to sleep without proper supervision.

The End

I'm Back...

So back in November I deleted my never-updated-blog. Since then work had slowed drastically and I find myself checking the same blog 1,548 times a day to see if they have posted something new and exciting for me to read. After weeks of limited posts on the blogs I follow, I have brought my blog back to life, you know, to kill time at work. So anyway for my whole two readers here's a little update on my life.

- I got married to a stellar fellow on October 18th, 2009. He is neat and I love him.

- On October 31st I ate cottage cheese and chips and salsa all day. Thus, leading my husband and I to joke that I was pregnant, because that's what we do.

- November 1st my curiosity got the best of me and, even though I thought it was impossible, I took a home pregnancy test. SURPRISE!!!

- Later on November 1st, because I'm a skeptic, I took two more pregnancy tests. We're fertile.

- November 17th I went to the hospital for severe abdominal pain.

- November 18th I had my appendix removed, I have the scar to prove it.

- Sometime in mid December, the Sgt. that was over Jim in Camp Pendleton, CA, decided to convince the General that I need him more than they do. So Jim is stationed at Camp Williams in Utah now!!

- Throughout the second half of December and into January, morning sickness became lethal, causing my body to lose the ability to hold down anything at all. YAY! another hospital visit/

- In the first couple weeks of January, I am diagnosed with some crazy pregnancy thing and placed in the treatment of Joe, a wonderfully charming southern man and my home care nurse.

- Last week Joe gets sick so he can't come change my IV line so Intermountain Home Care sends out a different nurse, I will not name her cause she sucks. Anyway, she misses my veins 7 TIMES. At this point Jim and I are laughing, out of pure frustration and to help us avoid punching her in the face. Anyway, said nurse can't come back to my house anymore to poke me with a billion needles.

- Saturday Nefi, another Marine, and Tash, his wife, made Jim and I an authentic Dominican, Nefi's nationality, meal. It was super good and super spicy. I threw up that night.

- Monday, Welcome back Joe! Don't ever leave me again. I believe those were my exact words. I might have a slight crush on him and his southern charm, even though he's like 65 years old.

- Today, I look fat.

That's an awesome summary of my life. I'm sure I missed a lot but my arm hurts, because there's an IV in it, and I'm sick of typing. Anyway, I hope you continue to read, because if you don't than this whole blog thing is an entire waste of time! Beats googling whether Angelina Jolie's brother is gay or not though.

Happy Wednesday!