Update
I love proving my husband wrong, but unfortunately this time being right cost a high price.
That gallstone Dan and my dad thought was no big deal almost killed me. I had emergency surgery a week ago to remove my gallbladder. Lucky for me they were able to do it laparoscopicly (through scopes). But that still means five slits in my abdomen! The surgeon told my husband going in that it would be a half hour operation. It took 2.5 hours! When I finally came to in the recovery room (and boy was I cranky) the surgeon told me it was in the top five most difficult operations of his career. It was inflamed, infected and the stone was bigger than a golf ball! No wonder I was in such pain! They had tried every pain killer in their pharmacy (demerol, dilaudid, percoset, vicodin) to make me comfortable. The only thing that worked was Dilaudid given via IV.
Oh and the IVs! In the 48 hours I was in the hospital they gave me three sub-cutaneous shots and stuck me 14 times trying to get IVs. They managed to get four IVs. One at a time, of course. But they just kept failing. My arms are literally COVERED in bruises! I look like a battered woman. People give us funny looks at restaurants. LOL
Anyway, now I'm recovering at home, alone. They won't grant any of Dan's leave time (even though he has more accrued that he's allowed to) because he's so damn indispensable and my life and well-being mean shit to the Army.
La La La
So. Now I'm trying to decide what to do with my life. Masters program at Vanderbilt? Sounds good but I still can't decide what subject to get it in! I still really miss TV work. It's just not an option out here. There's a high school in town that has a video program. I'm calling them in the morning to find out about it. I'd like teaching high school. As long as I don't have to deal with stupid kids. LOL There's a good reason my husband labeled me "Sugar Coated Fascist!"
Any advice?
That gallstone Dan and my dad thought was no big deal almost killed me. I had emergency surgery a week ago to remove my gallbladder. Lucky for me they were able to do it laparoscopicly (through scopes). But that still means five slits in my abdomen! The surgeon told my husband going in that it would be a half hour operation. It took 2.5 hours! When I finally came to in the recovery room (and boy was I cranky) the surgeon told me it was in the top five most difficult operations of his career. It was inflamed, infected and the stone was bigger than a golf ball! No wonder I was in such pain! They had tried every pain killer in their pharmacy (demerol, dilaudid, percoset, vicodin) to make me comfortable. The only thing that worked was Dilaudid given via IV.
Oh and the IVs! In the 48 hours I was in the hospital they gave me three sub-cutaneous shots and stuck me 14 times trying to get IVs. They managed to get four IVs. One at a time, of course. But they just kept failing. My arms are literally COVERED in bruises! I look like a battered woman. People give us funny looks at restaurants. LOL
Anyway, now I'm recovering at home, alone. They won't grant any of Dan's leave time (even though he has more accrued that he's allowed to) because he's so damn indispensable and my life and well-being mean shit to the Army.
La La La
So. Now I'm trying to decide what to do with my life. Masters program at Vanderbilt? Sounds good but I still can't decide what subject to get it in! I still really miss TV work. It's just not an option out here. There's a high school in town that has a video program. I'm calling them in the morning to find out about it. I'd like teaching high school. As long as I don't have to deal with stupid kids. LOL There's a good reason my husband labeled me "Sugar Coated Fascist!"
Any advice?