...it's probably me.
seriously, i have people who actually (used to) read my blog. and i ignore them for over a month. like, a long time.
but let me make some excuses so i feel better.
as my regular readers may remember, i was offered a job back in august. they wanted me to start august 22. i was excited and spent too much money on office appropriate clothes and had my newly-brown hair touched up. my hair was always reddish brown, until i started dying it pink. but it's been nice having 'normal' hair.
and, you know. not bleeding pink from my hair all over the place.
things were coming together. right?
the weekend before i was to start my new job, we had a couple of days off. i was temporarily done with school and was not going into the shop all weekend because of other responsibilities. so saturday night and sunday night i went out. saturday to my aunt's to visit with family (and drink a pitcher of margaritas while eating steak) and sunday to outback with awesome husband @_antgas and my girl... where i had a pitcher of mango skinny margaritas and more steak.
aside from my eating/drinking habits that weekend, i has this twinge in my chest, like under my right breast. eh, i figured i tweaked something at the gym.
monday morning around 4am i woke up to pee. my chest was hurting pretty badly. i went to stand up and it was really hard. and i went to sit on the toilet and that was really hard to do too. breathing was pretty hard. basically, EVERYTHING was really hard. i was wondering if i was having a heart attack, but my left arm didn't hurt. then i was thinking maybe i like broke a rib or something and it punctured my lung. but i could breath - it just hurt like FUCK.
i spent about an hour trying to lay down in bed. i'd try to lay on my side... it hurt. it hurt to sit up. the actual act of rolling over was excruciating. finally i woke @_antgas up and told him we needed to go to the hospital.
so he took me to the emergency room. because the pain was in the vicinity of my chest, they rushed me right in and did an EKG. then they rushed me right in to see a doctor. i put my little robe thingy on and started getting poked and prodded. they put an iv in my arm (ugh i hate that shit) and starting doing tests and X-rays.
everything was good. and then they started talking about my gallbladder.
one of my old friends had her gallbladder out, and she had SO MUCH pain like every time she ate, no matter what she ate. i don't have that problem.
they ordered an ultrasound and a hitascan? no idea how to spell that. but it turns out my gallbladder is chock full of stones. and they were like, well we can take it out now or you can go home and see if it happens again.
i was started a job in two days. recovery time is a week. i was like, um i'm going the fuck home. so they sent me on my way with some percocet and that's it. no advice on what to eat/not to eat or anything.
my gallbladder was achy for a few days, but no major pain. every once in a while it hurts again, but it's not been too bad. i followed up with their recommended surgeon who wants to take my gallbladder from me and i'm terrified. but then i was like, of COURSE as surgeon is going to recommend surgery! so i set up an appointment with my regular doctor and asked around to see who was recommended. i didn't want some kid doing my surgery, you know?
the pain hadn't been too bad... until today. last week my PCP said my gallbladder needs to come out and recommended a surgeon (whom i did some research on and is highly regarded). i was like, whatever i'll call when i call. i'm busy with work and school and an upcoming vacation and trying to get all of my vaccinations in order for school. you know, life.
but today i had to leave work early and come home. the pain wasn't too bad, but i had a fever and chills, and this strange nausea. and just sleepy, so sleepy. so i came home and ate light, napped for a while, and feel a bit better. and called the surgeon. i have an appointment with him next thursday and i will be scheduling surgery with him. it's about a week recovery so i'm hoping to schedule it on like a wednesday or thursday so maybe i can be back at work monday or tuesday - that way i won't miss a lot a lot of work. because i'm taking off the last week of october/first week of november for a family cruise. more on that later.
for now, weep for my gallbladder. i would prefer to keep my body intact, and i'm terrified of laparoscopic surgery because they'll go near my belly button. and i'm not cool with that. when we were little, my mom used to tell me and my brother that our arms, head, and legs were attached behind our belly button, like a puppet. because we would play with our belly buttons (specifically my brother, he dug around in there like woah) (we were LITTLE KIDS. gods, get a grip).
i mean, i know that's not true. but you spend so many years avoiding your belly button and punching people who touch it, and it leaves an impression. there will be an incision and, like, stitches there. ergh.
have you had surgery? what organs are you missing? i've had two wisdom teeth out, but that's it.