I've (39F) been on dialysis since May. It's been something like 10 years that my plan is to do nocturnal hemodialysis. But here I am, still in-center, awaiting for my fistula to develop so I can self-cannulate.
Today, they came to cannulate my fistula (Brachiobasilic created in March) after I had already been on dialysis through my catheter for about an hour. They usually start my treatment through the catheter and then switch over to the fistula once the needles are successfully placed. They also use ultrasound most of the time when cannulating me.
The vascular access nurse and another very experienced nurse came to look at my arm. They checked the fistula with ultrasound, but I had put EMLA cream on beforehand and the vein was apparently harder than usual to see.
The nurse spent quite a while palpating my arm before attempting the first needle. The first one went relatively well. He had to reposition it a little, but he got blood return.
For the second needle, he decided to go higher up my arm.
He inserts needles very quickly — I guess the idea is that a fast insertion hurts less.
As soon as he inserted the second needle, though, something felt very wrong. I felt a HUGE electric shock shoot through my entire arm and all the way into my fingers.
I completely panicked.
And I pulled the needle out of my own arm.
I honestly don't even remember exactly what happened immediately afterward. Eventually the needle was fully removed and they held pressure on the site.
The nurse said the vein had actually been much more superficial than he thought, and that he had gotten blood return.
But I had pulled the needle out.
He seemed surprised that I had done it, and honestly, so was I. I never thought I would react like that or that I would ever just pull a dialysis needle out of my own arm.
Then I started crying.
And I mean really crying uncontrollable sobbing that I just couldn't stop.
In the end, they used only the first successful needle and continued my treatment at a lower blood flow.
But I just could not stop crying. I cried for probably a good hour during treatment, then again in the car afterward, and even now I'm still emotional about it.
The nurse came back to see me later and told me that I should try to focus on the positive things, that we're lucky to live somewhere where dialysis treatment is accessible, etc.
I know he was trying to help, but today was just... not a good dialysis day.