12:07am June 25, 2014

Holy fucking FUCK fuckety FUCK fuckFUCKFUCK.

Well that was a close call.

I just pulled my tube out.

Not all the way.  But far enough that… it got snagged on something, and the damn thing… like there’s a thing that holds int in place, and it pulled out so that the thing was no longer holding it in place.

And after five minutes of shoving, I managed to get it all back in place.

I hope.

Holy fuck.  

I should probably report this to someone, so I can get my tube position looked at ASAP in case I messed it up somehow.

But I’m kind of proud of myself for shoving it back into position and not even being bothered by the pain and shit.

I’m getting good at being a tubie.

Seriously.

It takes skills.

Lots of skills.

And shoving a tube back into your stomach without panicking is one of them.

…at least I didn’t have to pull it all the way out and replace it with a Foley catheter, which I don’t have.  Which is what you do while waiting for them to replace it.

I also would rather them not have seen the inside of my stomach tonight, because I’ve been ‘bad’ and ate some food that’s still in there trying to get out into the drainage bag.

Everything’s going wrong, the drainage bag, the feeding itself, and now the tube popping out.

I have taped the tube down as securely as I possibly can, because I do not want another repeat of that “oh fuck I just felt a pop in there” feeling.  Nor the attempt to get it back in, when I wasn’t even sure if I was pushing it in the right direction. And it’s squishy and soft, so it’s hard to push it right.  But I knew when it was right, because it felt like a catch sliding into place, with a big thunk.

Holy crap I’m relieved but argh.

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