This is the official post-operative post. Yes, I am sans gallbladder. I got to go to the nice surgical center, where the uniforms clash, but the staff is lovely. And once again, my doctor was incredibly late. Something about emergency surgery, blah blah blah.
I had arrived with a headache, which got progressively worse while waiting. Finally, the anesthesiologist saw me crying in my glass-enclosed room, and shot me up with some pain reliever, which got rid of the headache, but made me nauseous. Which is how I stayed for the rest of the day.
The operation went well. Before I went under, I told them all to take good care of me, because many people rely on me. The nurses all said "Awww..." and the surgeon said, "Don't worry," which is what one wants to hear. And then they knocked me out.
Apparently I was white, with a slight green tinge, for quite a few hours after surgery. It was disconcerting to hear the nurses discuss my pallor with such a degree of alarm. But my "color" has returned. I have two more incisions than I thought I would. I definitely didn't ask enough questions, or perhaps, the surgeon didn't explain in great enough detail, so I look a bit like one of the boys' haphazardly patched stuffed animals.
Erin flew in late Sunday night, and Janet drove in yesterday, to minister to me and manage all the moving parts of the household. They are good women.
In other news, the bathroom renovations are progressing nicely, and it looks like we'll have new, functioning toilets for One's graduation party on Saturday!
Now, I'm off to take some Advil (we called for clearance), because that Percocet makes me nauseous. Then, I'll drink some more water, to try and de-puff my face while I sleep.
This concludes our gallbladder journey. Feel free to move about the cabin.