Monday under the knife!
So, I went to sleep Sunday night, after attending a committee meeting and potluck dinner. I didn’t eat anything weird, so I wondered why I woke up about 4am with excruciating abdominal pain. At first I thought it was some kind of extraordinary indigestion, so I drank some ginger tea, but an hour later the pain was getting worse, rather than better. I had experienced a similar kind of pain before, but not this intense, and my doctor wanted me to be screened for appendix problems. I hadn’t gotten ’round to the tests yet.
Finally, I went to the Emergency Room. They requested from me the gifts of several samples of of bodily fluids; gave me some great pain killers (!) and sent me to get a sonogram. I had gotten to the Hospital at about 2:00, and I thought I’d be out of there in a couple of hours.
They told me my gall bladder was infected, and I should have it removed. There was a surgeon on staff who could do the operation that night. He came to see me.
“What if I don’t get the surgery?” I asked. He told me these things don’t heal themselves, the infection could spread, and then more extensive surgery could be needed. It was potentially dangerous.
OK. I decided to get the surgery. My friend (who was with me) concurred. So, it happened that instead of having two meetings and a rehearsal on Monday, I lost a little weight! I didn’t eat until Tuesday afternoon, so I went about a day and a half without food. I didn’t mind, though—they gave me great drugs in the hospital.😉
I’m home, now, and have some pain at the incisions, but they let me take home some drugs for that, too. I can’t drive for two weeks (!) A couple of friends offered to drive me places, but I don’t like to be dependent. Oh, well, It’s really nice of them. Even being a passenger in a car will be challenging at first; it’s hard to get in and out of the car.
I can type for a short time, but I don’t think you’ll be seeing any long posts from me for a few days. Drat! I had a good one that I’d been doing research on, but, that will have to wait.
So, this post is anecdotal whining. It feels OK to be doing this, but, as the days go on, I will be reflecting on the meaning of this event in my life. Don’t worry, I won’t be posting my ruminations, like “Oh, my belly button still hurts!” There is enough of that kind of thing in this very post.🙂
I’ll be here in bloggieland slowly and gradually, but when this thing heals, watch out! I’ll have a lot of pent up posting to do!!!
If you read all of this, I do thank you. I mostly wanted to have a little whine. I know it’s all good–ultimately.😀