“It’s not a good idea. I wouldn’t try there.”

I gently tried to persuade the pre-op nurse not to try to start an IV in my forearm.

“My wrist is really a great option. Otherwise put it in my elbow. I promise you that’s a better option.”

Since 2016 I’ve had countless procedures with sedation or general anesthesia. I know what works and what does not. I rely on my medical professionals for advice, direction, and support. I RARELY know best. Except when it comes to starting an IV.

For a quick upper GI procedure, always go for the wrist or elbow. In this case, I do know best.

It’s simple. Right?

Well, not always. My right forearm tells a different story. It’s okay and I’m fine - my arm is healing - but I can’t shake the idea of needing to be more assertive. I should have said a solid, ‘No,’ but I didn’t. I should have requested it in another spot and if that nurse didn’t feel comfortable starting an IV in my wrist, we could have found someone who does. Nothing I would have or could have requested would have been beyond the norm. This would be a very reasonable request.

But I didn’t.

I was uncomfortable.

But I didn’t.

I knew it would rupture.

But I *still* didn’t say what I needed and really wanted to say.

As often as I remind my kids the importance of speaking your truth and saying the words you need to say — even if they make other people uncomfortable — I still struggle with it.

According to my right arm, I have a lot of work to do. But don’t we all.

Hang in there, y’all. xo

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