You know, the day i had my hickman put in i sat down at my computer and wanted to write an entry. But I was so drugged and tired I thought I'd do it in a day or two "when I feel better". Hpmh... Now half a month has gone by and I have probably conviently forgotten some key points but I suppose I should give it a go anyway.

     This time the experience at the hospital wasn't as bad as the removal. We still had to do the maze to get to where we needed to be but we ended up in a hospital room, as opposed to a supply closet. I got into my johnny and answered some questions. Surprisingly I wasn't too nervous, I figured that I was doing a good job of blocking out what I feared (and usually what I fear is the unknown). They came and got me in a wheel chair and took me to the opperating room. The room was much like the room they used for the first hickman, with a big monitor up on the ceiling and normal hospital stuff everywhere. I hoped up on the table, got strapped in, and listened to the nurses tell me to relax and this was going to be a breeze ect ect. Funny thing was, I wasn't really scared yet. I think it was right around here that I realized I wasn't going to get scared. I knew what was going to happen. And while I wasn't looking forward to it, I wasn't afraid of it.. phee youuu.. I talked with the technician about where to place it (since the first one was placed in such an optimal place I needed to ensure a half way decent replacement). They did a little of this and a little of that along with some drugs and wa-la I was done. The new hickman is placed a little bit to the left of the original one which caused the tubes to flop towards my arm pit instead of my cleavage.. its going to take some gettin used to but 'tis all good.