My visit to the anticoagulation clinic yesterday became a big deal. The INR level was inexplicably 1.2. It should be 2.5 to 3.5 to prevent strokes. So along with increasing my rat poison dose, I had to start getting injections of enoxaparin. Not at the doctor's office, but at home, at least for a few days. This stuff really hurts once injected. The nurse who did my belly injections in the hospital was very sympathetic; she had to give herself these injections twice a day while pregnant.
Anyway, the prescription was for eight syringes already loaded with this stuff. Te prospect of injecting myself in the belly was a bit disturbing. (I am a pain wimp.) My wife is doing a great job, but I will be glad to be past it. Those of you with diabetes have my increased sympathy.
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Inject in the fat blow your navel, but not along the "belt line". Less nerves there, less pain.
ReplyDeleteI passed out once while having blood drawn. In my defense I was weak from yet-to-be diagnosed mononucleosis at the time. My mother was decidedly unsympathetic, mentioning how much blood was drawn from her when she was carrying me.
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