T-Six Hours.
In six hours, they're taking away my gallbladder. I suppose that I don't need it anymore, if all it's good for is causing me intense amounts of pain. However, it is close to my liver, and I'm fairly certain that I need that, so I really do hope they know what they're doing.
I really don't want to do this. However, as it is in my best interest, and I haven't really been given a choice, off I go, in six hours, to wear the stupid surgical socks and let them remove one of my organs.
Doesn't it seem strange to you that we have these inner bits that apparently are just kind of there, and we can live perfectly fine without them? This troubles me. Why are they there if their only purpose is to cause excruciating pain and to be redundant? And why do I have to get two different sets of redundant bits out in one year. I mean, wisdom teeth and now my gallbladder, and I gave birth to freakin' twins not five months ago? How is THAT fair?
The worst part really is that I'm going in feeling completely fine (even though yes, I know, two weeks ago I was not fine at all, and there was emergency rooms and morphine and a whole day that I don't remember all that very much about), and I'm going to come out feeling shit and in a lot of pain. It's one thing if you're in the middle of something painful. Like when I was in labour, and it shifted into back labour and that sucked some serious ass, when they came up to do the epidural, I was all with the 'yes, please, do that now. Use a needle the size of my arm, I don't care, just DO something'. But I'm wandering around feeling fine, and in eight or so hours when I wake up, I'm going to feel like shit.
Also? When you have this kind of surgery? You're not allowed to lift anything. For 4-6 weeks. Did we see the part about where I have nearly five month old twins? Who, as it happens, require a fair degree of being held and lifted. So I'm going to have five or so weeks of having people in my house, doing what I should be doing and oh, can I just please say fuck you, 2009? Please?
Anyway. Yes. Surgery tomorrow. I'll be going under at 7:30 PST, and I should be home sometime in the afternoon, since they don't keep you overnight. So, wish me luck, and things like that, and as soon as I'm able to do stuff and things, I'll let you all know how it's done.
Also, if no other extraneous parts of me could malfunction for at least the rest of 2009? That'd be nice, please.
I really don't want to do this. However, as it is in my best interest, and I haven't really been given a choice, off I go, in six hours, to wear the stupid surgical socks and let them remove one of my organs.
Doesn't it seem strange to you that we have these inner bits that apparently are just kind of there, and we can live perfectly fine without them? This troubles me. Why are they there if their only purpose is to cause excruciating pain and to be redundant? And why do I have to get two different sets of redundant bits out in one year. I mean, wisdom teeth and now my gallbladder, and I gave birth to freakin' twins not five months ago? How is THAT fair?
The worst part really is that I'm going in feeling completely fine (even though yes, I know, two weeks ago I was not fine at all, and there was emergency rooms and morphine and a whole day that I don't remember all that very much about), and I'm going to come out feeling shit and in a lot of pain. It's one thing if you're in the middle of something painful. Like when I was in labour, and it shifted into back labour and that sucked some serious ass, when they came up to do the epidural, I was all with the 'yes, please, do that now. Use a needle the size of my arm, I don't care, just DO something'. But I'm wandering around feeling fine, and in eight or so hours when I wake up, I'm going to feel like shit.
Also? When you have this kind of surgery? You're not allowed to lift anything. For 4-6 weeks. Did we see the part about where I have nearly five month old twins? Who, as it happens, require a fair degree of being held and lifted. So I'm going to have five or so weeks of having people in my house, doing what I should be doing and oh, can I just please say fuck you, 2009? Please?
Anyway. Yes. Surgery tomorrow. I'll be going under at 7:30 PST, and I should be home sometime in the afternoon, since they don't keep you overnight. So, wish me luck, and things like that, and as soon as I'm able to do stuff and things, I'll let you all know how it's done.
Also, if no other extraneous parts of me could malfunction for at least the rest of 2009? That'd be nice, please.