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Innards update, followup edition
Oct. 2nd, 2006 03:20 pmWent to see the original surgeon who was supposed to remove my gallbladder today. I apologized for letting his partner steal his thunder. I found out a lot about why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling -- for instance, they downplayed how bad the g.b. was, I guess: when they said bad, they meant really very terribly bad, so I guess they did a little repair work in and around the area for gross things I won't mention. But that was a load off my mind, because even though I haven't been worried about my complete loss of appetite and the queasiness, everyone else is, and now I have something to tell them.
The one thing that has consistently caused me pain, a spot near, but not on, an incision that has a knot under it and a sharp pain, now totally makes sense -- the camera goes in that incision, and it doesn't go straight in; instead, it goes sharply to the side, so often that tissue gets injured. Yay, mystery solved.
He said that I'm doing fantastic for someone whose g.b. was that sick, and that if the appetite doesn't come back or the digestive troubles go away by midweek, to call them, but he said a longer recovery is to be expected in someone who was in that much trouble. I was relieved, but the visit really took a lot out of me, since I wanted to drive myself. I went back to work today, but have missed most of it just trying to rest up in between bouts of activity. I hate being this slow still, shuffling around like a little old lady, but I am still incredibly happy to have that awful thing gone, and to not feel as if the ER is awaiting me every time I eat.
And hey, Veronica Mars starts this week, and I'm caught up to the first two eps of The Wire season 4, and my friends have given me wonderful DVD sets, and I am glad to be around to take advantage of it.
The one thing that has consistently caused me pain, a spot near, but not on, an incision that has a knot under it and a sharp pain, now totally makes sense -- the camera goes in that incision, and it doesn't go straight in; instead, it goes sharply to the side, so often that tissue gets injured. Yay, mystery solved.
He said that I'm doing fantastic for someone whose g.b. was that sick, and that if the appetite doesn't come back or the digestive troubles go away by midweek, to call them, but he said a longer recovery is to be expected in someone who was in that much trouble. I was relieved, but the visit really took a lot out of me, since I wanted to drive myself. I went back to work today, but have missed most of it just trying to rest up in between bouts of activity. I hate being this slow still, shuffling around like a little old lady, but I am still incredibly happy to have that awful thing gone, and to not feel as if the ER is awaiting me every time I eat.
And hey, Veronica Mars starts this week, and I'm caught up to the first two eps of The Wire season 4, and my friends have given me wonderful DVD sets, and I am glad to be around to take advantage of it.
