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The whole thing was really my fault. I went grocery shopping yesterday, and bought my normal food and anything and everything my little heart desired. Including some very tasty Tin Roof Ice Cream *my favorite."
I attempted to pay for my food, but HEB decided not to take my credit card. Or my ATM card. Or my checks. Or, heck, even my identity once I began to complain about it all. About an hour later, everything is settled. I am who I say I am, my check finally cleared, and I was very hungry.
I had planned to make some dinner from the groceries, but I was tired and decided to get come food instead. I bought a (small) bucket of chicken so I would have lunch for now and dinner for later. After putting my stuff up, I had lunch and drew a comic for Venus Envy ( http://www.dolari.net/pub/vefiller1.png ).
Dinner came around and I finished up the chicken, did some puttering around in Second Life and went to bed.
SATURDAY...
About 8AM I woke up in terrible pain. I'd had two other gallbladder attacks years ago, but they were so long ago I'd forgotten about them. I'd hoped this was just a bad stomach ache, but then came that sharp pain in the ribs - the gallstones were back.
I knew it would end in time so I wethered it out. They hurt like HELL and at one point I was just keeled over and crying. About 10AM, though, it got better a bit and subsided. One shower and few, well, heaves, later I felt I could go to work.
11AM and the pain was still there...not the terrible stab in the chest I had before, but more of that "punch to the stomach" feel, except it wasn't going away..and wouldn't go away.
At 11:40 I decided it was too painful to keep working, and ran off to the Emergency Room. They were actually pretty fast. I got there at 11:50, was in a room by noon and had an IV in me by 12:10. I had a urine sample, a blood test and then I was left alone. I fell asleep shortly afterwards.
I woke up some time later, and to be honest wasn't hurting near as much anymore. I was hoping it wouldn't go away before I was treated. I got pulled into the ultrasound room (I wasn't expecting the ultrasound jelly to be warm). The nurse looked around, and we talked a bit.
Me: "I actually feel kind of guilty...I'm not hurting near as much as when I first came in."
Nurse: "Well, that's a good thing, and...oh hey, what's this?" ::presses down on the sonogram stick thing::
Me: "Oh, there's that pain again!"
Turns out she found the gallstones. After about ten billion pictures later I was wheeled back into the ER.
Literally, by the time I was back someone was waiting for me there with the diagnosis. I had some serious gallstones, but not impacted or infected. They shot me up with something that took the pain away without being narcotic (turcocet?) so I could drive home (that pressing down during the ultrasound aggravated things), a prescription for Darvocet, advice to lay off the fatty foods. And "Oh, by the way, you really should get that gall bladder removed ASAP, set up an appointment with a surgeon."
I came home, and have been a bit shellshocked since. I'll have the surgery, assuming insurance will cover it. Do I go to Dr. Chase? He's a surgeon himself and could prolly do it. Do I go to Dr. Arcinega? She's still a bit of a wildcard. Will I have the laproscopy procedure? Or am I too fat for that and will have to undergo the actual Big Cut? What will work do if I'm out for a long time? Wincor would have straight up fired me. Pixel won't but it's another bump on the road for our department. What'll happen to the vacation Emily and I were planning for next month?
So much to do, so much to think about. I'll keep that Darvocet close.
The whole thing was really my fault. I went grocery shopping yesterday, and bought my normal food and anything and everything my little heart desired. Including some very tasty Tin Roof Ice Cream *my favorite."
I attempted to pay for my food, but HEB decided not to take my credit card. Or my ATM card. Or my checks. Or, heck, even my identity once I began to complain about it all. About an hour later, everything is settled. I am who I say I am, my check finally cleared, and I was very hungry.
I had planned to make some dinner from the groceries, but I was tired and decided to get come food instead. I bought a (small) bucket of chicken so I would have lunch for now and dinner for later. After putting my stuff up, I had lunch and drew a comic for Venus Envy ( http://www.dolari.net/pub/vefiller1.png ).
Dinner came around and I finished up the chicken, did some puttering around in Second Life and went to bed.
SATURDAY...
About 8AM I woke up in terrible pain. I'd had two other gallbladder attacks years ago, but they were so long ago I'd forgotten about them. I'd hoped this was just a bad stomach ache, but then came that sharp pain in the ribs - the gallstones were back.
I knew it would end in time so I wethered it out. They hurt like HELL and at one point I was just keeled over and crying. About 10AM, though, it got better a bit and subsided. One shower and few, well, heaves, later I felt I could go to work.
11AM and the pain was still there...not the terrible stab in the chest I had before, but more of that "punch to the stomach" feel, except it wasn't going away..and wouldn't go away.
At 11:40 I decided it was too painful to keep working, and ran off to the Emergency Room. They were actually pretty fast. I got there at 11:50, was in a room by noon and had an IV in me by 12:10. I had a urine sample, a blood test and then I was left alone. I fell asleep shortly afterwards.
I woke up some time later, and to be honest wasn't hurting near as much anymore. I was hoping it wouldn't go away before I was treated. I got pulled into the ultrasound room (I wasn't expecting the ultrasound jelly to be warm). The nurse looked around, and we talked a bit.
Me: "I actually feel kind of guilty...I'm not hurting near as much as when I first came in."
Nurse: "Well, that's a good thing, and...oh hey, what's this?" ::presses down on the sonogram stick thing::
Me: "Oh, there's that pain again!"
Turns out she found the gallstones. After about ten billion pictures later I was wheeled back into the ER.
Literally, by the time I was back someone was waiting for me there with the diagnosis. I had some serious gallstones, but not impacted or infected. They shot me up with something that took the pain away without being narcotic (turcocet?) so I could drive home (that pressing down during the ultrasound aggravated things), a prescription for Darvocet, advice to lay off the fatty foods. And "Oh, by the way, you really should get that gall bladder removed ASAP, set up an appointment with a surgeon."
I came home, and have been a bit shellshocked since. I'll have the surgery, assuming insurance will cover it. Do I go to Dr. Chase? He's a surgeon himself and could prolly do it. Do I go to Dr. Arcinega? She's still a bit of a wildcard. Will I have the laproscopy procedure? Or am I too fat for that and will have to undergo the actual Big Cut? What will work do if I'm out for a long time? Wincor would have straight up fired me. Pixel won't but it's another bump on the road for our department. What'll happen to the vacation Emily and I were planning for next month?
So much to do, so much to think about. I'll keep that Darvocet close.
