...and I’m waiting for his office to call and schedule my gall bladder surgery.

Looks like I won’t get to leave the Earth with all the parts I started with. Stupid gall bladder. Had to go get all messed up and uncooperative on me. Apparently, my pancreas is trying to get in on the action, too. Dr thinks that’s the source of the other, lower down, pain in my right side. Yay, fun.

I mentioned both my anesthesia resistance (the fun of being a natural redhead *sigh*) and that I’m prone to staph infections now, so I’ve got to get a ton of blood work done, see my regular doctor for a full physical, and meet with the anesthesiologist before I can have the surgery. The nurse said it would take 2-3 weeks to get me in for surgery, anyway, so they’ll squeeze all those in asap.


I am NOT looking forward to this. I mean, not like anybody really does, but I’m kind of freaked out. I woke up in the middle of my knee surgery when I was a teenager, and that still shows up in my nightmares now and then. I was told after my c-section/having my tubes tied that they had had to give me more anesthesia than anyone was really comfortable with to keep me out, and I remember being violently ill for hours when I did finally wake up. Nothing like throwing up repeatedly after abdominal surgery...

So, yeah, I’m a little nervous about this. On the other hand, I can barely eat anything without stabbing pains in my side, and that’s getting real old. I miss enjoying food! I’m thoroughly sick of plain, bland, and low-fat stuff. (I can now tell you that the Campbell’s Select Harvest 98% fat free clam chowder is... vaguely chowder-like. On the plus side, Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches are awesome.) I miss cheese!