After dealing with the random "labor pains" of gallbladder disease over the past 9 months, I would like to announce that I finally had a... gallbladder!
After enduring what felt like labor pains on Sunday and Monday morning, I took a cab to the ER and was given morphine. Whew! But it didn't cut it. Still painful. So they gave me a synthetic version of morphine that they said was like morphine x7. Finally the pain went down to about a 2.
It was decided that there was a significant amount of infection that the gallbladder needed to be out last night. So they gave me more lovely drugs until the surgeon was ready (about 3-4 hours later, I think).
Heading into the ER, I complained about a major caffeine withdrawal headache. Since they hadn't allowed even a sip of water, let alone a cup of coffee, my body was protesting. The craziest thing is that the anesthesiologist ordered a little vial of caffeine, which he put into my IV. Dude, can I get some more of those for when I go back to work?
When in the OR, I asked how much weight loss would result in the removal. He said I would lose about the weight equivalent to the tip of my thumb. Dang! What a gyp!
So that was one of my last memories before waking up in the recovery room. The first thing I heard was the nurse telling me, "It looks like your body was really sick. There was quite an infection." The guy next to me sounded how I felt. We both kept moaning through our oxygen masks about pain and "not feeling so good." It was actually nice having a comrade in that part of the adventure.
I said, "I can't stop thinking about my boys." I just wanted to hear their voices and see their faces.
The next thing I remember was waking up in another room. Terry came in a short time later. I was so happy to see him. I told him that I wanted the boys and he helped me call them on the phone. Ozzy was the talker and asked where I was and so on. I don't remember what we talked about but I was so happy to hear both of their voices.
The doctor informed Terry that there were a few complications. When they clamped the tubes off and cut, there were gall stones where there shouldn't have been. So there is a possibility that there are gallstones still in there after the surgery. They will have to do an ultrasound later this week to see if they need to do another surgery.
So it turns out that I had to have the drainage thing. I'm not sure what it's called but the doctor called it a grenade. It drains gucky stuff out of my innards into an ugly little bulb thing. I also kept setting off the oxygen machine alarm. So they sent me home with an oxygen tube hooked up to my nose. Then, they had home health come hook up a big machine in my house. So I'm tethered to that thing right now and at least until Thursday.
Terry has been my hero in all of this. He is an amazing man with many gifts. One gift is the ability to care for others. I know that God sent him to me. On a daily basis, I thank God for my Terry. But after this episode of great need, I am so in awe of God's generosity.
I'm currently on clear liquids until I can ... ahem phart (which is a cooler version of fart).
So anyway, jello is my friend. Chicken broth is my friend. Maybe just that factor alone will result in losing the weight equivalent of a "middle finger"??