Because Gallbladders Are Overrated Anyway
Personal entry about this past week. Crossposted from my DeviantArt.
So I had emergency surgery on Monday. Everything's fine now, but damn, it was a hassle. But lucky for you, I've decided to do a play by play of last Monday, featuring gifs, because they're fun.
Sunday night, 10 PM - Screwing around with my sister and her roommates. Preparing to pull an all-nighter because I have a bus to catch at 4 AM that'll take me back to my campus for the start of a new quarter. Roomies and I are clearing out my sister's closet and dressr because she has way too many clothes and it's all playing out like an episode of Hoarders.
Monday morning, 12 AM - Things still going well, but winding down. Amanda, one of the roomies, made tasty muffins, so we're all pretty happy. My stomach starts feeling funny, so I lay off on the muffins.
GIFSoup
Monday morning, 1 AM - Horrible, horrible crampy pain in my stomach and abdomen. By 1:15 I'm stumbling to the bathroom. I'm having problems breathing, and pretty much feel like I'm going to die. Sis and roommates are concerned, but I wave them off, tripping downstairs because I want to prove to them I'm fine and can walk.
Thankfully, I make it to the downstairs bathroom before I throw up. I'm slightly relieved now, because I'm like, "Yay, now the pain will stop." It doesn't.
Monday morning, 1:45 AM - Sis and roommates are talking quietly upstairs until they hear me yell in pain. Jared asks if I need to go to the ER. I'm still having issues breathing, and am getting really freaked so I say yes. As we're heading out the door, the pain lifts and I feel a little better. I try to back out, but roommates force me out the door. Jared drives, I'm in the front, and my sis and Amanda are in the back. By the time we get to the ER counter, I'm still trying to convince my friends that I'm fine and was probably over-reacting because I have a low pain tolerance. They won't budge. I get my own little emergency room (#20, my lucky number, lulz), and sis and roomies are happy there is cable. I am terrified of 2 things: 1, nothing is wrong with me and I just wasted everyone's time and 2, something is horribly wrong with me and I'm going to need to be admitted. I am worried about missing my bus, but my friends wave me off.
Monday morning, 3 AM - I have taken multiple tests, including giving blood. For those who don't know me well, I'm an extreme hemophobe, meaning I am terrified of blood. I'm not too fond of needles, either. So while I was getting my blood drawn I kind of looked like this:
Thankfully, my friends and sis were there to hold me down.
About 17 differnent nurses and doctors came in and out of my room within the 3 hours I was there. At one point a doctor comes in and presses on various places on my stomach. One place he pushed (near my abdomen) hurt particularily bad. My friends laugh as I try to explain to the doctor that I have a low pain tolerance and it's probably nothing. Another doctor comes in and asks if I take any meds, and I'm like, "Yeah, I take Paroxetine." As a side note I add, "It's like an anti-depressant." And he just gives me this look and is like, "Yeeeaah. I know." And I'm all like, "LOL cuz ur a doctor." 8D
And this other doctor came in right after I had my blood drawn so I was sort of loopy and like:
And he turned to my roommates and was all like, "It's cool; it's the pain meds making her like this." And they sort of LOL'd and were like, "She's not on pain meds." And he got this :0 look on his face and looked at me then back at them and was like, "She's not on pain meds?" And I LOL'd too and my sis said, "No, no, she's just like this normally." And I was all, "Yep." It was pretty lulzy.
UNTIL
DUN DUN DUN
Around 3:30 AM when another doctor came in and was like, "Yah, so you have gallstones. And so we have to admit you to the hospital. Also, your white blood cell count is up, which is bad, and you're prolly gonna need surgery like, today."
And I was all, "Oh, so it's noth- WAIT WHAT."
And my friends were all like, "OH SNAP."
And the the doctor was like, "IV TIEMZ."
And I was all, "OH GOD NO."
And the nurses were all like, "No, it's cool."
And I was all like, "But is it necessary?"
And there were like, "Yeah."
And I was like:
Thankfully my friends were till there to hold me down. Pretty sure I woke up like half the hospital with my screaming, LOL.
So my sister decided it was a good time to call my mom, after the IV nurses from hell left.
My sis calmly explained the situation and handed the phone to me and the first thing I thought of was, "I MISSED MY BUUUUSSS SOB SOB CRY."
And my mom was like, "Um... That's OK. But are you?" And I was all, "NOOO THEY GAVE ME AN IV WHINE SOB CRY WHINE."
And she was all like, "I'll be there ASAP."
Monday morning, 6 AM - In my hospital room (#12, another even number with a 2, so yay). Friends and sis come in to say bye but are kicked out since visiting hours don't start 'til 8.
Am seen by even more doctors and nurses. Enter Surgeon who is all, "You should prolly get that gallbladder out thur." My mom and I are all, "Yah, but skool. It's important. Can we postpone this?" And he's all like, "Sure, but that's totally not recommended." And wer're all like "Oh."
So by 11 AM I'm hyperventilating my way into the surgery prep room, and then into surgery by noon. The surgery only lasted an hour and by 7 PM they let me go home because I was able to eat some of the hospital food like a badass.
Ahaha, read through this, and hopefully didn't make this too much of a TL;DR, but what can you do (besides delete a bunch of it)? I'm going back to my dorm tomorrow, and back to school on Monday. And the irony of all this? Last Sunday I told my sister, "I wish I could have another week of Spring Break."
I guess you get what you wish for.
Hopefully I can get my shit together in the next few weeks, haha. I guess I'll find out.
So I had emergency surgery on Monday. Everything's fine now, but damn, it was a hassle. But lucky for you, I've decided to do a play by play of last Monday, featuring gifs, because they're fun.
Sunday night, 10 PM - Screwing around with my sister and her roommates. Preparing to pull an all-nighter because I have a bus to catch at 4 AM that'll take me back to my campus for the start of a new quarter. Roomies and I are clearing out my sister's closet and dressr because she has way too many clothes and it's all playing out like an episode of Hoarders.
Monday morning, 12 AM - Things still going well, but winding down. Amanda, one of the roomies, made tasty muffins, so we're all pretty happy. My stomach starts feeling funny, so I lay off on the muffins.
GIFSoup
Monday morning, 1 AM - Horrible, horrible crampy pain in my stomach and abdomen. By 1:15 I'm stumbling to the bathroom. I'm having problems breathing, and pretty much feel like I'm going to die. Sis and roommates are concerned, but I wave them off, tripping downstairs because I want to prove to them I'm fine and can walk.
Thankfully, I make it to the downstairs bathroom before I throw up. I'm slightly relieved now, because I'm like, "Yay, now the pain will stop." It doesn't.
Monday morning, 1:45 AM - Sis and roommates are talking quietly upstairs until they hear me yell in pain. Jared asks if I need to go to the ER. I'm still having issues breathing, and am getting really freaked so I say yes. As we're heading out the door, the pain lifts and I feel a little better. I try to back out, but roommates force me out the door. Jared drives, I'm in the front, and my sis and Amanda are in the back. By the time we get to the ER counter, I'm still trying to convince my friends that I'm fine and was probably over-reacting because I have a low pain tolerance. They won't budge. I get my own little emergency room (#20, my lucky number, lulz), and sis and roomies are happy there is cable. I am terrified of 2 things: 1, nothing is wrong with me and I just wasted everyone's time and 2, something is horribly wrong with me and I'm going to need to be admitted. I am worried about missing my bus, but my friends wave me off.
Monday morning, 3 AM - I have taken multiple tests, including giving blood. For those who don't know me well, I'm an extreme hemophobe, meaning I am terrified of blood. I'm not too fond of needles, either. So while I was getting my blood drawn I kind of looked like this:
Thankfully, my friends and sis were there to hold me down.
About 17 differnent nurses and doctors came in and out of my room within the 3 hours I was there. At one point a doctor comes in and presses on various places on my stomach. One place he pushed (near my abdomen) hurt particularily bad. My friends laugh as I try to explain to the doctor that I have a low pain tolerance and it's probably nothing. Another doctor comes in and asks if I take any meds, and I'm like, "Yeah, I take Paroxetine." As a side note I add, "It's like an anti-depressant." And he just gives me this look and is like, "Yeeeaah. I know." And I'm all like, "LOL cuz ur a doctor." 8D
And this other doctor came in right after I had my blood drawn so I was sort of loopy and like:
And he turned to my roommates and was all like, "It's cool; it's the pain meds making her like this." And they sort of LOL'd and were like, "She's not on pain meds." And he got this :0 look on his face and looked at me then back at them and was like, "She's not on pain meds?" And I LOL'd too and my sis said, "No, no, she's just like this normally." And I was all, "Yep." It was pretty lulzy.
UNTIL
DUN DUN DUN
Around 3:30 AM when another doctor came in and was like, "Yah, so you have gallstones. And so we have to admit you to the hospital. Also, your white blood cell count is up, which is bad, and you're prolly gonna need surgery like, today."
And I was all, "Oh, so it's noth- WAIT WHAT."
And my friends were all like, "OH SNAP."
And the the doctor was like, "IV TIEMZ."
And I was all, "OH GOD NO."
And the nurses were all like, "No, it's cool."
And I was all like, "But is it necessary?"
And there were like, "Yeah."
And I was like:
Thankfully my friends were till there to hold me down. Pretty sure I woke up like half the hospital with my screaming, LOL.
So my sister decided it was a good time to call my mom, after the IV nurses from hell left.
My sis calmly explained the situation and handed the phone to me and the first thing I thought of was, "I MISSED MY BUUUUSSS SOB SOB CRY."
And my mom was like, "Um... That's OK. But are you?" And I was all, "NOOO THEY GAVE ME AN IV WHINE SOB CRY WHINE."
And she was all like, "I'll be there ASAP."
Monday morning, 6 AM - In my hospital room (#12, another even number with a 2, so yay). Friends and sis come in to say bye but are kicked out since visiting hours don't start 'til 8.
Am seen by even more doctors and nurses. Enter Surgeon who is all, "You should prolly get that gallbladder out thur." My mom and I are all, "Yah, but skool. It's important. Can we postpone this?" And he's all like, "Sure, but that's totally not recommended." And wer're all like "Oh."
So by 11 AM I'm hyperventilating my way into the surgery prep room, and then into surgery by noon. The surgery only lasted an hour and by 7 PM they let me go home because I was able to eat some of the hospital food like a badass.
Ahaha, read through this, and hopefully didn't make this too much of a TL;DR, but what can you do (besides delete a bunch of it)? I'm going back to my dorm tomorrow, and back to school on Monday. And the irony of all this? Last Sunday I told my sister, "I wish I could have another week of Spring Break."
I guess you get what you wish for.
Hopefully I can get my shit together in the next few weeks, haha. I guess I'll find out.