The Bruise–*That’s* where my heparin shot was given

I just remembered something–the big bad bruise in my left arm, is *exactly* where I got the heparin shot they gave me as a ‘precaution’ the day after the liver biopsy.

This heparin shot was the triggered that lead to horrible pain, blood pressure issues, etc a few hours later. I had had those symptoms when I awoke in recovery, it was severe, then a few hours later it was subsiding, then I got a heparin shot and a few hours after THAT, the symptoms came back with a vengeance.

Then, the next day, it was amazing when they tried to give me the heparin shot again–it just shows how much the Residents who were filling in either weren’t listening, or didn’t believe me when I pointed out the crisis started a few hours after the initial heparin shot.

Even the nurse who was supposed to give me the heparin, who had witnessed the events the day before, said, “I totally understand” when I refused it.

Since I had already suspected the severe pain and blood pressure issues were the result of some minor internal post op bleeding,

I should have refused the heparin shot in the first place.

By the time they came in to give me the first heparin shot, my bp was back to normal, and my pain was subsiding. After the shot, it all came back with a vengeance.

This bruise left by the heparin shot definitely seems indicative that something was going in.

They said there was no way the heparin shot could result in any bleeding,

but with all of the autoimmune disorders I have,

there’s no way they can know that for sure.

I’m good now 🙂 Still some residual pain in my right side, but all within normal range.

I feel lucky I lived through that experience. This bruise is just a little reminder how traumatic that day was 🙂

About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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