So here I sit in the local hospital waiting to have my gall bladder removed. I’ve been here for a little over 36 hours now and am kind of bored (hence this post).
To sum up, for those of you who are interested. Went to sleep monday night. woke up around 2am tuesday morning with some intense pain in my abdomen. Whimpered through the night and came into hospital around 7am. After a flurry of tests, it was determined that I had gallstones and an inflamed gall bladder. Doctor put me on antibiotics and kept me for observation, with the intent of getting it out if at all possible.
Surgeon says he will fit me in today at some point so now I just sit here and wait.
I’m happy that its happening and I’ll finally be free of the pains that I occasionally get, but there is a big part of me that wanted to leave this life with the same parts I came in with.
According to the nurses, I’m one of the calmest patients they’ve had.
I am, but only on the surface.
The thought of going under the knife scares me a lot. I know the chances are very slim but every what if is running through my head right now.
Anyways, not much I can do about it now. See you lot on the other side.
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