How I Spent My Summer Not-Vacation

Short Version:

Last week I got tummyaches and backaches and they didn’t get better and got really bad, and Friday night/Saturday morning I was wondering if I should go to the ER. Saturday I was a little better and I mostly-finished the MuseCon program book and really-finished it on Sunday and sent it to the printer. Then I went to Kenosha to see Ron and still had a tummyache and had dinner and came home and more tummyache. Monday morning I went to the ER, and eventually they said it was my gall bladder’s fault and admitted me. On Tuesday they took my gall bladder out and yesterday I went home and now I’m kinda sore and really really tired but no more tummyache, exactly. The end.

Plus Some Other Natter:

So, I’m pretty sure that the assumed food poisoning I had back on July 5th was actually a gall bladder attack. And the tummyaches and backaches last week seemed to start out as plausibly the usual monthly discomfort in my lower abdomen.

My target date for getting the MuseCon book to the printer was actually Monday, Tuesday at the latest. But I think my subconscious was telling me that I really was sick and it wasn’t going to just go away/end well, so get the damn thing done. And I did.

I drove myself to the ER, which I believe amazed some of the hospital staff. The abdominal pain at that point, when I was poked and prodded, was between my appendix and gall bladder. And I got pain and anti-nausea meds, yay! If I understood correctly, CT didn’t show my appendix at all (or else the doctor meant it didn’t show as abnormal), and is lousy for the gall bladder; so then it was time for ultrasound, which required much pressing down on uncomfortable bits.

Meanwhile, Ron was waiting in line to unload in Kenosha…for about 5 hours after his 7 am appointment. His original schedule was that he was supposed to do another short run back to the same place.

Ultrasound showed no gall stones, but thickening/inflammation of the gall bladder wall. The ER doctor kinda implied not having it operated on right away was a possibility, but since I wasn’t going to get better without getting rid of it, my response was to go for it. ┬áSo he called the surgeon and I waited.

Because of all the waiting to get unloaded the first time, Ron didn’t have time to make the second trip before running out of available on-duty time, and eventually got his truck down to the yard and then to the hospital.

Blah blah blah admitted blah blah blah, Tuesday night blah blah blah, originally scheduled for 6:00 pm Tuesday surgery, but then midday it got moved up to, oh, right now. Which still involves a certain amount of time between leaving my room and the operation starting blah blah blah. Surgery, waking up in a panic and demanding Ron and I have a vague memory of having a grip on a recovery nurse before they got Ron to me (before he’d normally be allowed to see me), blah blah blah, recovery, back up to room, blah blah blah.

So, even Tuesday night I was feeling better – still sore from 5 holes in my abdomen (laproscopic surgery for the win!), especially the main one. Blah blah blah recovery, another night in the hospital blah blah blah home early afternoon yesterday to SHOWER. And recover. Not bothering with narcotic painkillers, Alleve seems to be sufficient. No energy, though. Taking off through at least Tuesday to recover, Ron goes on duty tomorrow morning, but I have Robin to help with the dogs.

The end. For real.