Am I Thick Skinned?

 

 

The Image Above Was Created By Patrick Danneker

 

This is the dictionary meaning of ‘Thick Skinned’:
 
thick-skinned
/ˌθɪkˈskɪnd/
 
adjective
  1. insensitive to criticism or insults.
    “I suppose you have to be pretty thick-skinned to be an MP”
    Similar: tough, impervious, unsusceptible, invulnerable, armour-plated
 
The script in ‘Black’ relate to the third afternoon after I was admitted into St Helier Hospital and it’s what I wrote to my family.
 
In this post I recalled what happened to me on my arrival to St Helier Hospital after a particular nurse commented on how tough my skin was…
 
…which made me think how much trouble the hospital staff were having when taking injections and trying to literally get blood out of me.
 
You’ll find the timelines go in and out and back and forth but stay with me, stick with me, as everything will come together, as the main aim of this site is to help you and your loved ones deal with the COVID-19 and give your life (back) to CHRIST, whether COVID-19 comes a knocking at your door or not!
 
 
 
 

A Sperm Whale’s Skin Is Super Thick!
Some Places Around The Web
Even List The Whale Shark
As Having The Thickest Skin In The World,
At An Amazing 15 Centimeters (6″) Thick!

 
 
 
 
Sunday the 5th April 2020 – Day Three In St Helier Hospital
 
So what about me?
 
What about my skin?
 
Well, I’m no Rhinoceros and I’m definitely not a Sperm Whale or a Whale Shark, as I wouldn’t be able to survive this long out of the water…
 
..and besides, I’ve looked in the mirror and I look nothing like any of them!
 
Whilst in St Helier Hospital, one of the nurses said in order to inject into my stomach, she has to jab the needle in and leave it there!
 
I learned most people’s skin on their stomachs – you know the section around the – or just at the side of the navel – being the fatty part are soft –and the needle goes in and out in a second.
 
This particular injection is in order to thin one’s blood, to prevent blood clots in the legs or around the body, since patients tend to be (pretty) immobile.
 
So each time she injects me, the needle won’t go in so she has to push it in slowly…
 
…yes, I know ‘Ouch’, or it may be too much information – but I am updating you – on my experience here…
 
…or am I meant to be updating you on my progress or otherwise?
 
I’ve just had supper and I am so stuffed!!!
 
Maybe that’s why they can’t get the needle to puncture my skin.
 
When I arrived at A&E (on Friday the 3rd of April 2020) they could not get blood out of my arteries.

 

 

By the time they finished, my left arm was left like a pin cushion and my right arm was looking like perforated hardboard!

Even by the second attempt the nurse was apologising profusely as she started asking other nurses and doctors if she was doing it right.

After umpteen attempts she was falling apart and this was an injection in the wrist where our heart beat pulses exists and it felt like they were hitting bone!!!

They had more tries higher up my arm and that was a truly weird sort of pain…

…because although they were injecting (or leaving the needle there and wriggling it about) the pain was extreme in the palm of my hand!

I simply expressed how weird it felt hoping they would get blood out of me pronto, so I didn’t have to go through that excruciating pain again…

…but it still wasn’t as bad as the pain I was feeling in my chest!

I was getting concerned because each time they tried to get blood the syringe came up dry.

At first I wasn’t looking because I am still not keen seeing needles being stuck in my body but after they had now called a GP and even brought in a Ultrasound Machine to find my arteries, now – I – was – looking!

The first Ultrasound Machine was so up to date, nobody had used it yet and nobody knew how to use it…

…where I was prepared to help them figure it out as I know what it’s like to be in front of a patient using equipment you have never used before or are not at all familiar with.

 

This Is An Ultrasound Machine!

 

They gave up all embarrassed because they admitted they had no idea how to use it.

And they didn’t even give me a chance to see if I could get it working!!!

Thereafter, they brought out the old and familiar Ultrasound Machine but they still could not get blood.

I wanted to say:

“Shall I Come Back?” 
(As Mentally And Physically,
I Was Beginning To Fall Apart,
As My Arms Were In Psychological Agony)

I wasn’t really in agony but having seen them look and look and look and look and inject and inject and inject, I was feeling it mentally…

…as it was likened to prospectors drilling for oil, where the well kept coming up dry!

But then they found blood at the last minute!

The blood was supposed to flow into the syringe but it was not happening with me and they were all perplexed.

They almost had a party when they finally got blood…

…where two nurses and one GP had a go at me!

And it was the GP who succeeded in the end.

I asked:

“I thought getting blood from an artery would be easy!?!?!?”

Or was that a statement rather than a question?

Where they said yes it is – but – it wasn’t from mine!

Arteries are hard to find and difficult to penetrate but mine were super difficult to penetrate.

So, am I literally ‘Thick Skinned?’

 

This Is Me And No, I Do Not Do Weights,
Never Have Done!
GOD Has Been Good To Me,
In Giving Me,
These Arms!!!
And Thick Skin Too!!!

 

I’m not happy when they keep approaching me with needles but the pain or discomfort only lasts a second, right?

Is pain all in the mind, or is it where they actually stick the needle?

Me, I ignore the pain, as best I can as I know it won’t last for ever but I have some discussions on that where very, very bad dreams are concerned and where you feel you will never get out of it…

…now that is Hell and if Hell is real (to which I believe it is), with regards to the pain you may feel in Hell for example or in a nightmare (which many of us have experienced), what if it were to never end?

How would we be able to ignore the the pain and suffering that never ends, if we can not ignore a bad dream or a nightmare?

I digress…

…let’s go back to the dreaded needle!

Where was I?

Oh yes, my last sentence before I went off at a tangent was:

I’m not happy when they keep approaching me with needles but the pain or discomfort only lasts a second, right?

Not unless they have the needle in you writhing it around trying to find what they are looking for.

Here’s to another episode in St Helier Hospital which happened on the day I arrived!

I didn’t bear any malice towards the A&E team as my arms were pumping, perhaps full of adrenaline in order to deal with the pain I was feeling in the top right hand side of my chest, which meant I couldn’t really feel them digging around in my arteries…

 

The Arteries Are The Blood Vessels
That Deliver Oxygen-Rich Blood From The Heart
To The Tissues Of The Body.
Each Artery Is A Muscular Tube
Lined By Smooth Tissue
And Has Three Layers:
The Intima,
The inner Layer Lined By A Smooth Tissue
Called Endothelium.

 

…but I felt the discomfort in my arms, weeks later after all other pain in my body had ceased and diminished.

Q: Why were they looking to take blood out my arteries?

A: Taking blood from your arteries tells how much your body is oxygenated.

My body was not oxygenated at all!

And today I had another Vital Signs examination and all came up normal…

…long may it continue…

…in all of us!

Goodnight My Family!

I Love You All!

Do not subject yourself to what I have been through at all costs!

So, look after yourself, follow all of the rules re:

  1. Social Distancing

  2. Stay Inside

  3. Only go out if you really have to (until the Devil no longer roams the streets with his concoction of COVID-19, until a cure(?) is found, okay?)

  4. Protect yourself, at all costs

  5. Pray, Without Ceasing!!!

 

Bible Verse:

JESUS Said To Them,
“Very Truly I Tell You,
Unless You Eat The Flesh Of The SON of MAN And Drink His Blood,
You Have No Life In You.”

~ John 6:53

 

This site is dedicated to:

  1. Saving Lives
  2. Saving Souls
 


GOD Bless you!


Wilson P Williams MSHAA, HAD

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