Saturday, December 7, 2013

Great News

Ted's latest MRI was unremarkable.  That's the best compliment you can get from a doctor.  He's doing very well and in a twist of roles, he has had to be my caregiver this week.  I had my gallbladder out on Wednesday.  It was supposed to be a quick procedure with me going home the same day.  I went in on Wednesday and didn't check out  until yesterday, Friday, at noon.  There were some issues.  I didn't do well with the anesthesia, and they had to put me on oxygen because my oxygen levels set off all of those scary hospital alarms.  To top this off, I can't take narcotic pain relievers.  They make me very sick to my stomach, which is what you don't need with abdominal surgery.

I'm home and doing much better, although last night and this morning were very, very unpleasant.  When I apologized to the nurse for being such a wimp, she told me it was a myth that all gallbladder surgeries are a piece of cake and the fact that I can't take anything stronger than Tylenol after being stabbed in the gut three times and had an internal organ removed was not something a wimp could do.  Okay.  I'll take that.  I needed a boost because my screaming and groaning was a bit embarrassing.    I'm just glad to be home with Ted and our remaining dog KC.  She's been at my side every second since my return.   Now if I can just master the art of sneezing with three holes in my gut, I'll be fine.