I finally had to take my xanax prescription for this one.

What a scary procedure to watch.

Bill got his Peripherally Inserted Central Catheter threaded up his arm and into his heart just now.

They decked out the whole room like an operating room, covers on everything, all of us in face masks, and the insertion expert looked like she was ready for major surgery. Scrubs, gloves, hat, mask. Phew. It scared me a lot.

Then they threaded 45 centimeters of something into Bill's arm and up and around and down to his heart.

Oh, at the last minute, they had to add two ports (like outlets) to this new IV because they are concerned that his abdomen is getting infected now, and he would need intravenous antibiotics through the same catheter.

It took an hour, and I wasn't sure I was going to remain conscious through the whole thing. It was just really eerie-looking and somber.

He slept through it.

Now when he goes home, he has to keep this in, and remain on intravenous solutions, AND we now will require a home nurse.

Bill is still unconscious. I think I will go get some green tea in the cafeteria and try to decompress. It's absolutely NOT about me! I know that! But I had to watch it, and I'm sure that took some years off my life--and I honestly think I've turned gray over night. My hair color appears to have run away screaming.

I'll write more after the next development. I wouldn't have written so much today, but so much changed, and I thought some of you would want to keep up with that, though some prefer to take a more distant viewpoint, so as to remain vertical and in possession of your lunch. :)

Love to you angels. I mean it.