LIVING IT UP

I had my gall bladder removed yesterday. I had been having some pain and felt pretty yucky for the last couple of weeks. I went to the doctor and found out I had gall stones. So, yesterday I had it removed. I am one of those patients that has a mind of her own. My surgery wasn't until the afternoon, so I was told I would need to spend the night in the hospital. Um, no. I was determined that was not going to happen. So once I got to my room, I tried really hard to prove to the doctor I could leave. I walked the halls, pottied, ate - all the things they were looking for. Needless to say, I won. I got to sleep in my own bed last night!


Honestly, after having a c-section and leaving the hospital the same day (my baby had to go to the NICU in another town. I certainly wasn't letting him leave without me.) I really felt having my gall bladder removed would be a non issue. I was right. I am sore today, but nothing too bad. I have only had to take Motrin for the pain. For dinner last night, after the hospital gave me a lovely liquid meal, I told Brad I needed KFC. So when left, we went straight there! LOL! I am sure my doctor would not have been pleased. Whatever, what he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Anyway, so today, I am milkin' it relaxing in my bed. If I need something, I send Brad an email and it goes to his cell phone. How pathetic is that? LOL! Not to mention my mom was here helping and caught up my laundry for me. So, I am going to enjoy this down time. It isn't often that I get it.

On a side note, I think I am neurotic. Seriously, I have mental issues. I was convinced I was going to die on the table yesterday. CONVINCED. If I didn't die, I would have a reaction to the anesthesia and I would be able to feel everything, but I wouldn't be able to tell them. I have been having shoulder pain since all of this started and I was sure it was clavicle cancer (is there even such a thing?). Miraculously, my clavicle "cancer" got better after the surgery (shoulder pain is a symptom of gall bladder issues). I did not die on the table (shocking, I know) and I was OUT COLD. I don't even remember them taking me to the OR. Maybe my next doctor’s visit should be for my mental issues. LOL.