Gall Bladder Stories.

Who doesn't love a good gall-bladder story ?  I mean really. Well I have some good detailed information on mine. (This may be a bit long, but it gets worth it)

A bit of background info.  The flu was going around, and I thought I had the flu.  I'd get sick after I ate anything other than Chicken noodle soup.  If I ate anything else I'd be miserable in a few hours.  This went on for about a week, then I hit the internet and looked up my symptoms and lo and behold--Gall Stones just jumped up on every search.  It was pretty early in the morning (about 4 a.m.) but I called my parents and told them that I was going to go to the hospital because I thought I had gall bladder problems.

Apparently I did.  I was orange. Not jaundice yellow mind you, but Cheetos fucking ORANGE. I am even more disappointed in my friends and family for not getting a single picture of me in my Great Pumpkin costume.

Anyway, they had me living off of bags of sugar water in my veins till the bile (source of my orange color) went away and my fever came down so they could do surgery.

Now Gall Bladder surgery has 2 main methods. Poke 3 holes in you--suck out the gall bladder--on your way the next day.  Then there is option #2.  Otherwise known as the way they did it to me.  I have a 10 inch scar across mah belly. Was in the hospital for about a week afterward.

I realize most of you are in a great big "who cares" mode now, but here comes the funny parts.  My loving woman Sherry stayed with me the first few nights.  I am not sure if this was the night before surgery and the 2 nights after or just the 2 nights after or what.  As you are about to see Morphine is a hellava drug.  Sherry took incredible notes, documenting many disgusting things.  Also she documented a few of my drug induced hallucinations.  I'll try to recreate the notes she took below.  I'll put the disgusting parts in Green so you can avoid reading that if you want. I'll also put the hallucinations in Orange if you want to skip to the good parts. Purple words are my thoughts added to my woman's notes. Side note--its day 3 before the funny stuff.

Log is as follows:

July 9, 2005

July 10

July 11

July 12

July 13

This is the end of Sherry's log.  I was in the clear at this point and largely much better by the end of the day.  Sherry left for the day to get some rest , but her mother became quite ill and she ended up having to stay with her.  However, I had my nose tube out the same day and was doing much better so there was no need for constant babysitting.

Two more funny things happened which I will now relate.  One is another delusion and the other is my mother's phrasing of one of the activities I had to undertake in order to recover. The VERY next note in the log was penned by my mother I will add it and then explain it.

See when you undergo surgery your lung capacity diminishes.  So they give you this little contraption that you have to blow into at a steady pace and it lifts a disk gradually. You can measure your progress by how far up the disc goes. I'll try to take a pic of it and get that in here.  Anyway, they described this too my mom and the best thing she could think of to log was listed above.  Grats dad.

The second "other" funny thing was another delusion, that both Sherry and I remember.  I do not recall where it fell amongst my stay at the hospital, but I do recall having a conversation where I was explaining to someone the difference between red and blue potions.  Red being for healing, and blue replenishes mana.  Standard video RPG color coding for magic potions.  Apparently I was explaining this out loud because Sherry said "What are you talking about?"  As soon as I heard her voice I knew I was hallucinating, because I would never have this conversation with her.  If any of my other buddies had asked what, I am sure I would not have snapped out of it, and probably would have chastised them for not knowing.

Needless to say I got better and lived.  I even have a nice big scar to impress people with.  Though I normally tell them i got it in a knife fight.