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hiddenmuseBefore I even go into how my surgery went, and how the recovery is going ... could I please bitchslap Tom Cruise for this asinine comment pretty much slagging on Brooke Shields *and* anyone that has ever taken antidepressants?
But, enough of that. Since I'm at work, I'll just do a condensed version (so everyone knows that I'm still alive) - and write a more detailed version when I get home tonight.
Pre-surgery, I was a nervous mess. There were eleventy billion tests, all kinds of lab work and whatever else. Well, the EKG that was originally thought to be abnormal was re-reviewed by a cardiologist, and found to be fine, no worries.
So, I went under the knife on May 12th - and my gallbladder, as well as the offending stone (a big one at 3cm) were removed. After 20 something hours of clear liquids - jello, chicken broth, apple juice, IV fluids and Morphine, as well as proving that I could keep solid food down, I was sent home with a prescription for Vicodin, and care instructions (no heavy lifting, no major housework, blah blah blah).
I spent the next week in a Vicodin haze (then again, I was taking 8 pills a day for the first 4 or so days to kill the pain), sleeping for a good part of the day - when I wasn't taking pills or eating crackers in bed.
When I went back to work, I went down to Vicodin only at night, since being lucid at work is usually a good thing (heh). Although I'm still finding that I can only do so much before I exert myself too much, and end up in too much pain - which lands me in bed, with the heating pad and a Vicodin, bitching until the drugs kick in.
So ... that's that. More details later today. I'm still here, still alive. :)
But, enough of that. Since I'm at work, I'll just do a condensed version (so everyone knows that I'm still alive) - and write a more detailed version when I get home tonight.
Pre-surgery, I was a nervous mess. There were eleventy billion tests, all kinds of lab work and whatever else. Well, the EKG that was originally thought to be abnormal was re-reviewed by a cardiologist, and found to be fine, no worries.
So, I went under the knife on May 12th - and my gallbladder, as well as the offending stone (a big one at 3cm) were removed. After 20 something hours of clear liquids - jello, chicken broth, apple juice, IV fluids and Morphine, as well as proving that I could keep solid food down, I was sent home with a prescription for Vicodin, and care instructions (no heavy lifting, no major housework, blah blah blah).
I spent the next week in a Vicodin haze (then again, I was taking 8 pills a day for the first 4 or so days to kill the pain), sleeping for a good part of the day - when I wasn't taking pills or eating crackers in bed.
When I went back to work, I went down to Vicodin only at night, since being lucid at work is usually a good thing (heh). Although I'm still finding that I can only do so much before I exert myself too much, and end up in too much pain - which lands me in bed, with the heating pad and a Vicodin, bitching until the drugs kick in.
So ... that's that. More details later today. I'm still here, still alive. :)
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Date: 2005-05-24 05:52 pm (UTC)Wonder how he'd deal with his kids being depressed like that: "Oh, shut up, take another Flinstones vitamin, and get on the E-Meter already!"
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Date: 2005-05-24 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-27 08:32 pm (UTC)I do what I can to understand and respect others' religious beliefs - sometimes I will slip and make a rude comment without thinking ... but $cientology, they're just disturbing. *Any* religion that requires its followers to buy their way through the learning/understanding process is just frightening and crazy.