Cannular problems

Today mum along with Jasmine came to see me. She could hear me crying from a distance. And its not difficult for her to recognize my voice. Though it is not difficult for anybody to guess that its me who is crying. They say I am the loudest. I don’t know weather to take that as a compliment or otherwise. When she came near me she found me on my tummy. Immediately she realised why I was crying. There was blood all over my wrist where cannula was. Cannula is the tube that takes fluids and medicines directly into my veins. Mum panicked and called the nurse Sarah. She immediately took off my cannula. Mum gave me dummy to pacify me. But it was an anti-cannula day. The second cannula on the other arm stopped working. You might be wondering how many cannulas I have. Yes more than one, one for continuous TPN I am having, that is my feed. Another one is for medicines, my antibiotics. As first resource when a cannula stops working it needs flushing just like blocked drainages you may better know. But this flushing was of no use. As without the cannula I wasn’t getting any feed or antibiotics, this was an emergency. New cannula needs to be put in me. This is a specialist job (no DIY), so the doctor was called. Doctors must be getting frustrated with me. They had changed the cannula yesterday and now it needed a change again. Putting a cannula is quite painful. Not to the doctor, to me, although it must be frustrating for the doctor as well. Sometimes it takes half an hour to put one on. Finding my tiny veins is just like finding the needle in the haystack. He was done on one when mum came back from expressing milk. But she was asked to wait further as one more needed to go in.