Tomorrow is Only A Day Away

Tomorrow I lose my gallbladder.

I’m trying to think of this impending week of recovery as a reason to lay around with absolutely no responsibility, stoned out of my gord, watching bad TV while my dad and husband take care of the reason why I have gallstones in the first place.  But all I can really think about is how much coming out of general anesthesia sucks.

The last time I had surgery, I had to pee really badly before I was put under, but I was too scared to say anything.  A couple hours later in recovery, and I have to pee so bad it hurts… but I cant.  I lack the ability to.  The nurse put a bedpan under me, but I just couldnt allow myself to pee.  When they wheeled me to my room I kept saying I had to pee, and two nice ladies helped me to the bathroom, where I finally peed.  And then yacked.  Yep, they told me that would happen if I got up.  Anyway, I told the nurse who called me last week about what happened and she said that they would give me something so that I didnt get nauseated or puke.  That takes a load off my mind… but I’m still gonna worry.

And then coming out of anesthesia is kinda like someone grabbing you by whatever part of you got sliced open, and jerking you back to the real world.  I felt like someone was grabbing me by my face and pulling me back into consciousness.


But I’m also kinda apprehensive about what my life is going to be like without a gallbladder.  Dr. Google and the Unwashed Masses tell me that I am going to have the epic shits every time I eat anything with any type of fat in it.  And that’s just the way life rolls, and you learn to get used to it.  But I dont like to poop.  And I especially dont like to poop when it’s all gooey.  No one does!  And this is going to be the rest of my life?


You know what is cool?  Living life without worrying about waking up in the middle of the night in the fetal position because I’m having a gallstone attack.  The past few weeks have been that.  I’ve ended up at work after taking 2 percocets at 4am, and coming out of my drug induced haze sometime around noon.  I’ve walked around my building resembling a potted plant.  I dont think that’s good for my career aspirations.  Lol.

We’ll see how I feel tomorrow, but I’ll try to blog about how it all went.

Wish me luck!

Will I be able to eat you ever again, dear S'more?


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