#port problems

Wow I fucking HATE my shitty body. I had to replace my old port because it wouldn’t give blood return & I got a new one to hopefully fix the problem & had to get surgery for it. And already, twice it hasn’t fucking worked. It just feels hopeless. I already have to live with this shitty disease & this just adds unnecessary complications on my already complicated life. Other people’s ports work perfectly but of course, my life fucking sucks & nothing can ever be easy or good. & because this is a life long disease I’m gonna have to deal with this shit for the rest of my life. Wait for the port to get old, replacement surgery, port doesn’t work so I have to get poked with a needle twice, repeat. I’m just so fucking sick and damn tired of all of this. I’m not sure if it’s the port’s fault or mine, but nothing ever works. & not to mention it’s been hurting every day for over a week, but it’s healing pains that pop out of nowhere & there’s literally nothing I can do about it. I hate this & I hate everything.

So if anyone wants to send me some headcanons I would be very happy!

Hugs

You & me both buddy😞my throat at least doesn’t really hurt anymore but my chest is still in a good bit of pain cause they had to make 2 incisions. I didn’t get any pain meds but I’m alternating between ibuprofen & Tylenol every 3 hours & it helps but not a whole lot, but I can manage. Thank you so much for checking up on me & I would LOVE some avengers headcanons cause I’m still suffering after endgame

I hate my stupid fucking port. Dumbass rubber stopper in my chest always itches like hell & even though it has a tiny scar, it’s still a scar & I hate it. And it never gives any damn blood return so I have to get poked in the arm which the port is supposed to make that happen LESS but it DOESN’T because IT FUCKING SUCK & I HATE IT! & they always shove an inch long needle into it, but the numbing cream does its actual job so I don’t feel it as much. & I don’t think my mom will ever let me go to a water park or lake/river ever again because there’s a c h a n c e it could get infected. Literally the only good thing about it is I can move more during my infusions so I’m not stiff armed like those useless old barbies.

Its bizzare how just one scent can bring back so many aweful memories. I'm back at this dumb fucking cancer center recieving some new chemo therapy. The smell is aweful, sharp and nauseating. Of coarse nothing can go as planned; my port is misbehaving and now I will have to get my meds the good ole fashion way....*bom bom bom* periphreal IV. But I guess it could be worse, at least I'm alive right. Fuck...