Didn't think I'd ever have anything to post here.
Wednesday I got surprise gall bladder removal surgery.
Early Wednesday morning my back started hurting. I went to bed, thinking it would pass fairly soon. It got worse. Then it spread to my chest. Boyfriend took me to the ER at that point, because ya know, possible heart attack. Thankfully, it wasn't a heart attack.
What it was was my gall bladder imploding. Surgeon said I had the biggest gall stones he'd ever seen. And my gall bladder was... well, another day or maybe less and things might have gotten really very messy. Just over 12 hours after I first arrived at the ER I was in surgery having it removed.
Laparoscopic surgery, so I've got three little bitty incisions in my abdomen. They hurt a lot less than I'd have expected. I mean, to the point where I only asked for Tylenol once, the morning after the surgery. I'm fairly sure I amused and annoyed the nursing staff by turn. Almost as soon as I woke up, I started demanding FOOD, dammit! I was polite about it, but kind of insistent. Thursday night they finally gave me some solid food. Friday morning they sent me home.
One of the things that annoyed the ever living heck out of me was being asked every time I talked to one of them if I'd pooped yet. No, I haven't pooped yet! I don't have anything in me TO poop out! The last solid meal I had before the fun started I tossed in the ER, along with everything else above my toenails, and another day and a half of nothing but clear liquids.
I'm well on my way to mending. Kind of tender, but that's to be expected and I'm taking things very easy. And staying very close to a bathroom at all times for probably about the next week.
Wednesday I got surprise gall bladder removal surgery.
Early Wednesday morning my back started hurting. I went to bed, thinking it would pass fairly soon. It got worse. Then it spread to my chest. Boyfriend took me to the ER at that point, because ya know, possible heart attack. Thankfully, it wasn't a heart attack.
What it was was my gall bladder imploding. Surgeon said I had the biggest gall stones he'd ever seen. And my gall bladder was... well, another day or maybe less and things might have gotten really very messy. Just over 12 hours after I first arrived at the ER I was in surgery having it removed.
Laparoscopic surgery, so I've got three little bitty incisions in my abdomen. They hurt a lot less than I'd have expected. I mean, to the point where I only asked for Tylenol once, the morning after the surgery. I'm fairly sure I amused and annoyed the nursing staff by turn. Almost as soon as I woke up, I started demanding FOOD, dammit! I was polite about it, but kind of insistent. Thursday night they finally gave me some solid food. Friday morning they sent me home.
One of the things that annoyed the ever living heck out of me was being asked every time I talked to one of them if I'd pooped yet. No, I haven't pooped yet! I don't have anything in me TO poop out! The last solid meal I had before the fun started I tossed in the ER, along with everything else above my toenails, and another day and a half of nothing but clear liquids.
I'm well on my way to mending. Kind of tender, but that's to be expected and I'm taking things very easy. And staying very close to a bathroom at all times for probably about the next week.
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