Status Update: Missing Gallbladder....not so missed

The official Status

I went in at 11 AM to the hospital for a surgery that was supposed to be at 1 PM, I didn’t actually get into the O.R until 7 PM – they kept having surgeries run late. And I should figure, as we were coming off a holiday weekend that included alcohol and explosives. I know those two don’t mix.

Surgery went well, from what I’m told there were no complications and they were able to do it entirely Laparoscopic. Which means I only have three 1-inch incisions on my stomach and one in my belly button area. I was real nervous about this because they said because of my weight there could be a lot of complications and they may have to do the old fashion cut me open approach. Scaring should be minimal.

Always the one for humor, the drugs they had me on made me exceptionally funny, or awkward. I did however make the Anesthesiologist laugh on a few occasions. The first part when they were having me switch to the Operating table, they put the back down on the bed I was on, which scared me so I just was like “oh shit, we’re going down” which made everyone laugh. Then again, when they were waking me from the anesthesia, I apparently said, “Holy shit, what did you guys do to me, it hurts so bad!”

And then while coming out of it, in the recovery room, I commented on my shoulder hurting really bad and the conversation went like this.

Nurse: Didn’t they tell you that your shoulder was going to hurt a little from the gas injected?
Me: No, no they did not
Nurse: We’ll now you know
Me: I sure do, Noted.

And then I came in and out of it, and anytime they said my last name, I would raise my hand and point at myself…. Which made a few nurses giggle.

I got out of the Hospital and home at about 11:30 PM, they wanted me to stay over night because it was so late, but I got to go home.

Yesterday I pushed myself entirely too hard to be self-dependent, and ended up hurting myself a little more. So today I’m typing this from bed, I haven’t moved much and the movements I do make is at 80-year-old pace. I have to stop every few seconds to catch my breath; healing sucks. And so do Low-fat Diets!

I’m doing decent, I thank everyone for notes of concern and I will keep you all posted and all the concerned texts I’ve gotten. Sorry if I haven’t replied to each one individually, I’m coming in and out of consciousness with the pain medication.