Tall_James
08-19-2008, 03:05 PM
And I need just a moment to vent so please bear with me.
It started 7/28 when I had a minor gall bladder attack. No problem, I get them occasionally. I wasn't too worried because I had laproscopic surgery to remove my gall bladder scheduled for August 14. So this was just a blip on my radar, a symptom of a condition that I would cease to have after the damn rock-filled, sludge-infested thing was removed from my body shortly thereafter. 7/29 came and I felt no better. 7/30 came and I felt worse. I called my primary care physician after self-diagnosing on the Internet and he told me to get some blood work done that day. Turns out I missed my calling as a doctor because what I thought was happening actually was. I got a call 2 hours after the blood test telling me to admit myself immediately to Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital in Boston. A rogue gallstone decided that he wasn't going to go without a fight and escaped my gall bladder. However the fat fuck got himself stuck in my common bile duct and as a result I was becoming jaundiced and a dangerous amount of biliurubin was backing up into my system. The pain was excruciating. I had endoscopic surgery the next day to remove the gallstone and to open up my bile duct some more. I never have had surgery before and was hoping that they could take out the gall bladder also while I was there but no can do, it was too inflamed. So I left there, diseased gall bladder intact and a lovely shade of yellow.
Now, as a lot of you know, I'm a stay at home Dad taking care of a 6 year old and 4 year old and thank God I have great in-laws because they really came through for me in watching my kids while this all went down. My wife took off from work as well but this all happened during a national conference that she was coordinating. (Sorry hon :sad:) Good thing though is that after I was in the hospital for 3 days, I was pretty much recovered in a week. However if another doctor puts me on Cipro for an antibiotic I will punch him/her in the throat.
Jump ahead to 8/14, day of the original scheduled gall bladder surgery. I'm not worried because laproscopic gall bladder surgery is a pretty easy thing. Procedure takes about an hour, they do it using 4 small holes that they put into your body and recovery is generally a day or two. No overnight stay required. Now by this time, my wife is working on an infection of her own and the Cipro that she was prescribed was kicking her ass. I'm not worried because I'm going to be up and out in no time. I'll take over the workload and you can get some well deserved rest.
Wrong.
I wake up from surgery 5 hours later. They couldn't do the procedure laproscopically due to inflammation and had to open me up the old-fashioned way. I felt like a bus ran over me. I looked down and saw that I had these 25 staples across a gigantic gash on my stomach. In the hospital for another three days of abject pain and misery and then I was finally able to come home. I got home on Saturday and thank God my folks came up from Florida to help out with the kids and everything. Did I mention yet how they had to leave early because their home was due to be hit by a hurricane? Yeah, FUCK YOU MOTHER NATURE!
As I mentioned before, I have the greatest in-laws in the world. My sister in law took my kids to Cape Cod for the week to my mother in law's house. This is her vacation mind you and she spending it making my recovery more peaceful by taking my kids out of the equation. However I am lonely and miss them so much now that it hurts. I'm taking short walks to build up my strength and lung capacity. I'm finally eating again. I can't sleep well at night but this will soon pass. I NEVER want to go through something like this again. This is what they call an "eye opening experience".
FUCK YOU AUGUST! I can't wait for September to get here and drop dead leaves all over your sorry ass. What do you expect from a month named after the fat kid from "Willy Wonka"?
Thank you for listening to me vent. I'm going to take a Dilaudid and call my kids to tell them that I love them and miss them.
It started 7/28 when I had a minor gall bladder attack. No problem, I get them occasionally. I wasn't too worried because I had laproscopic surgery to remove my gall bladder scheduled for August 14. So this was just a blip on my radar, a symptom of a condition that I would cease to have after the damn rock-filled, sludge-infested thing was removed from my body shortly thereafter. 7/29 came and I felt no better. 7/30 came and I felt worse. I called my primary care physician after self-diagnosing on the Internet and he told me to get some blood work done that day. Turns out I missed my calling as a doctor because what I thought was happening actually was. I got a call 2 hours after the blood test telling me to admit myself immediately to Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital in Boston. A rogue gallstone decided that he wasn't going to go without a fight and escaped my gall bladder. However the fat fuck got himself stuck in my common bile duct and as a result I was becoming jaundiced and a dangerous amount of biliurubin was backing up into my system. The pain was excruciating. I had endoscopic surgery the next day to remove the gallstone and to open up my bile duct some more. I never have had surgery before and was hoping that they could take out the gall bladder also while I was there but no can do, it was too inflamed. So I left there, diseased gall bladder intact and a lovely shade of yellow.
Now, as a lot of you know, I'm a stay at home Dad taking care of a 6 year old and 4 year old and thank God I have great in-laws because they really came through for me in watching my kids while this all went down. My wife took off from work as well but this all happened during a national conference that she was coordinating. (Sorry hon :sad:) Good thing though is that after I was in the hospital for 3 days, I was pretty much recovered in a week. However if another doctor puts me on Cipro for an antibiotic I will punch him/her in the throat.
Jump ahead to 8/14, day of the original scheduled gall bladder surgery. I'm not worried because laproscopic gall bladder surgery is a pretty easy thing. Procedure takes about an hour, they do it using 4 small holes that they put into your body and recovery is generally a day or two. No overnight stay required. Now by this time, my wife is working on an infection of her own and the Cipro that she was prescribed was kicking her ass. I'm not worried because I'm going to be up and out in no time. I'll take over the workload and you can get some well deserved rest.
Wrong.
I wake up from surgery 5 hours later. They couldn't do the procedure laproscopically due to inflammation and had to open me up the old-fashioned way. I felt like a bus ran over me. I looked down and saw that I had these 25 staples across a gigantic gash on my stomach. In the hospital for another three days of abject pain and misery and then I was finally able to come home. I got home on Saturday and thank God my folks came up from Florida to help out with the kids and everything. Did I mention yet how they had to leave early because their home was due to be hit by a hurricane? Yeah, FUCK YOU MOTHER NATURE!
As I mentioned before, I have the greatest in-laws in the world. My sister in law took my kids to Cape Cod for the week to my mother in law's house. This is her vacation mind you and she spending it making my recovery more peaceful by taking my kids out of the equation. However I am lonely and miss them so much now that it hurts. I'm taking short walks to build up my strength and lung capacity. I'm finally eating again. I can't sleep well at night but this will soon pass. I NEVER want to go through something like this again. This is what they call an "eye opening experience".
FUCK YOU AUGUST! I can't wait for September to get here and drop dead leaves all over your sorry ass. What do you expect from a month named after the fat kid from "Willy Wonka"?
Thank you for listening to me vent. I'm going to take a Dilaudid and call my kids to tell them that I love them and miss them.