My port that is. It got all cleaned out today. It’s a couple of pretty good pokes with a special needle then they throw some saline and heparin in it. Yank the needles back out and pop a couple of band-aids on and done.
This is my port.
It’s always bruised because I just don’t have enough fat on my chest so it sits right on the bone and everytime anything touches it, I bruise. I really have grown accustomed to it. I’m use to reaching up and touching it. I will miss it when it’s gone.
This is my port up closer.
I started thinking maybe I could decorate it.
I little sharpie could make a big difference.
All in all a good day.