It looks like I’m replacing my kitchen faucet. It’s been kinda leaky for a while, but today it started dripping uncontrollably. I took it apart and will install a new one tomorrow morning, probably before you are awake and drinking your coffee and eating your bagel.
The best part about this is that I will have a working sprayer after tomorrow. The sprayer that came with the house has never worked.
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As you may know, my house was robber in December 2008 and my pistol was stolen. The Norman Police Dept Totally SuperFuckingAwesome Norman Police Dept recovered my pistol last July, and I picked it up today. I had to wait for the dude to go to trial before I could get the gun back. So now I have two pistols that are the exact same model. #badass
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It’s been a week since I had my gallbladder removed. I don’t want to jinx myself, but I feel 100 times better. Before the surgery I never considered myself to be in pain. I called it “discomfort.” I was wrong. Yah, I said it. It was basically one of those things where it comes on so gradually that it doesn’t seem as bad as it is. Then your gallbladder is removed one day and you feel so much better, and you can’t believe it. I’m in a much better mood overall, and I’m ready to get out and do stuff, though I have to wait 3 more weeks before my doctor will release me.
I’m basically all good, with the exception of some dull pain in my right abdomen. The first few days my entire abdomen was sore from the incisions and the procedure itself. At one week my incisions aren’t even very painful to the touch, and the bruising around the incisions doesn’t hurt at all. Surgery was Wednesday, and by Friday night I was able to get out of a chair or bed with relatively little pain. The difference between Friday morning and Friday night was pretty significant.
I had a follow up with the surgeon yesterday and she said everything looks good. She told me to put vitamin E on my incisions to make them look prettier as they heal. I was probably only in there for 10 minutes. So I’m ready to get moving and do some stuff. She said I can ride my bike on the trainer, but I really can’t ride outside for 3 more weeks. I was more worried about taking a spill before I heal completely, but she’s worried about something tearing or a hernia developing. I do NOT want a hernia. This gallbladder thing was my first surgery ever, and even though it’s been pretty easy, I really don’t want to have anymore. So I’ll pedal very easily on the trainer for a few weeks, and then I will start riding to work again.
That’s about all I have to say. Any questions or comments can be left in the comments, because that’s what the comments section is for.
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I didn’t take a ton of pictures at the hospital, but here are a few of the ones I did take. Hopefully these and the blog post can serve to help someone know what to expect if they are going to have the surgery.
The incision near my sternum and the belly button incision bled the worst, and the belly button is the biggest incision. The belly button is the most sore, and the two nearest where the gall bladder was are also fairly sore. Those 2 incisions themselves are not all that sore, but that entire area is bruised. That’s not to say that the rest of my abdomen isn’t sore or swollen, but those 2 areas are the worst. Is that clear as mud? Good.
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This might be a very long post. I haven’t blogged in a while, and this may or may not make up for it.
I’d been having some GI problems as long ago as October or November 2009. I went back and forth with the doctor for 6 months. I finally had tests done on my small intestine and gallbladder, and my gallbladder had an EF of 22%. One surgeon said he wouldn’t remove it. He recommended I eat a bland diet. My GI specialist referred me to a different surgeon, who removed my gallbladder 2 days ago. Here’s how it went:
I went to the hospital the day before the surgery for pre-op tests. I filled out all the paperwork and gave them my insurance information. Then they drew blood, took a urine sample, measured my height, weight, and blood pressure, etc… I was told they weren’t going to an an EKG, but they didn’t.
My surgery was scheduled for 10am. I was told to be at the hospital at 8am. Someone from the hospital called me at 7:45 to make sure I was on the way. I don’t know what they’d have done if I wasn’t. I arrived a few minutes til 8, no thanks to the reminder phone call. I went to the outpatient surgery part of the hospital. They admitted me and started getting me ready for surgery. They placed an IV, shaved my chest and stomach with the clippers, and asked me all the questions that I’d already answered at least 3 times. You never can be too sure, huh? So they’re done with all this by 8:30, and now I wait. My mom, dad and friend Courtney were there, so I had people to talk to.
Eric the nurse comes to get me for surgery at 9:45am. I asked him if I should go pee first (I read that they would ask me to), and he said that I might as well. After this I get back in the bed and he wheels me into the operating room. There were 2 people already in the OR when Eric and I enter. One man had his back to us. I think he was washing his hands. There was a female that was already wearing gloves and a mask and everything. Eric asks me to scoot onto the operating table, which is barely as wide as my hips, and he rolls the other bed away.
At this point the anesthesiologist walks in and introduces herself. “Good morning, I’m Dr. so and so.” She asks if I’ve ever been put under and if I’m allergic to anything that I’m aware of. I respond no to both questions. At this point she puts a breathing thing on my mouth and Eric the nurse holds it. I remark to him about them giving me the cute anesthesiologist, and he agrees. This is the last thing I remember about the OR.
I wake up in what they call “Phase I Recovery.” This was a few minutes before 11am. There’s a nurse at my bedside asking how I feel. She gives me a cup of ice and wheels me into “Phase II Recovery.” At this point she goes into the waiting room and brings my family into the room. I get some water and another nurse, Mary, tells me that I can go home as soon as I go pee. She helped me sit up on the side of the bed. I stand and walk down the hell to the restroom. Then I pee. I’m totally awesome. I walk back to the room and Mary removes my IV. We notice that I’m still bleeding from the incision near my sternum and the incision on my belly button. Mary tapes more gauze to on top of each to “reinforce” them.
At this point one of the CNAs shows up with a wheelchair. I tell her to get in and I’ll push. She laughs and I sit in the chair. I leave the hospital sans gall bladder. It’s been 2 days and my throat still kinda hurts from intubation. To be continued…
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