hiddenmuse | (no subject)

Before 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. :)