Tonight is my last night at the hospital. (Fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc.) The gallbladder was removed last night, along with the bazillion more gallstones it contained. My parents actually claim the doctor said my gallbladder had 100 more gallstones, which is disgusting if it’s true.
This morning, after lugging myself to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror to see something of a stranger. First, because one of my roommates had put my hair into two braided pigtails last night, before I went into surgery. I’ve been way to lazy to remove ’em, so they’ve stayed the last 24 hours. Second, because the IV fluids, coupled with little food, have given me a simultaneously gaunt and water-bloated look. On top of that, I haven’t really bathed all week, so my color is way off and I’m all blotchy.
Most obnoxious, though, was the little soul-patch beneath my lower lip, a remnant of my facial hair that the laser removal hasn’t been able extinguish.
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Proof of hospitalization! This is from 2 days ago, though. I look MUCh less happy now...
Had six (count ’em – SIX) gallstones out yesterday. The gallbladder is definitely infected, but it’s just a question of whether they’ll be able to take it out today or tomorrow (which is what I’m hoping for) or whether I’ll have to come back in a few weeks (boooo).
Interesting point of pride/embarrassment: I am apparently, out of thr 5,000 gallstone removals my doctor had preformed, the only one to REACH UP UNDER SEDATION AND PULL THE TUBE OUT OF MY THROAT. I have no memory of this (fortunately) but I had to be put totally under, something they rarely need to do for gallstone removal. I apparently REALLY don’t like things down my throat.
There goes my career as a deep-throat artist.
I went to the ER last night. About once a month for the last few months, I’ve been having really crippling stomach cramps and pains, between my belly button and my rib cage. They’ve been pretty clearly linked in my mind with eating lots of rich food – deep dish pizza, really thick soup, etc – and even though they hurt and suck, I’ve been able to take antacids and make them go away. The antacids took maybe 20 or 30 minutes to kick in, but when they did it was like turning off a light switch: the pain was gone.
Last night, though, I took antacids and Pepto-Bismol, and the pain just kept getting worse. Finally, at 3AM, after having been pacing and panting and rolling on my bed since midnight, trying to find a comfortable spot, I asked my roommate to drive me to the ER.
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Edit: She’s out, and everything went well. I still haven’t seen the doctor (was at lunch, so missed her when she came out) but according to the check-in desk everything went “extremely well,” and I’ll be able to see her in another hour or so when she’s out of recovery.
I’m sitting in the hospital waiting room right now (huzzah for free wifi…) because my mom just went in for hip replacement surgery. (Everything should be fine; I’ll post a followup later today when the surgery’s over.)
Sitting in the prep room while the nurses got her hooked up to IVs and explained how everything would work gave me a lot of food for thought. First, it was an odd (but good) experience to be ‘ladies’ed with my mom, and referred to as her daughter. Obviously, both of those are good things (it was particularly nice to be ‘ladies’ed while I was still in my big coat and only my head was really visisble) but I haven’t had a ton of experience being read as a woman while with either of my parents.
But the much bigger shock, and what I’ve been thinking about the last couple days leading up to the surgery, is that my mom is getting old.
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