Gall Stones No More

It has been ages since I have written anything on this blog. I just haven't felt like of late. I think I kind of lost my mojo a bit (so to speak).

After months of suffering, I finally had my gall bladder removed last Thursday. Amazingly, the nearer to my surgery date it got, the calmer I was. By the time Thursday came I was elated and couldn't wait to get it over and done with.

I was admitted at noon and my surgery was scheduled for 3pm. I had to wear a horrendous gown which looked like someone had splashed food colouring all over it. Quite frightening for someone who normally wears black. In addition to this, every scrap of make up had to be removed. Now, anyone who knows me will tell you that I would have to be literally dying before being seen without make up on so I wasn't happy.

I was wheeled to theatre at 2.40pm and was asleep by 3pm. I remember waking up groaning in pain at 4.10pm and a very nice man came and gave me morphine before wheeling me back up to my room. At 5pm I decided it would be a good idea to call my mum and Mr B to let them know I was alive and well. I managed to somehow get my mobile phone out of the bedside cabinet and press the couple of buttons required to call my mum's mobile number. She answered the phone, completely stunned as I explained (whilst sounding like a complete space cadet) that my surgery was over and I was fine. I then called Mr B who found my slurred speech completely hilarious. I was mostly fine as the drugs wore off except being as sick as a dog. What made it more interesting is that my sick was green, exorcist style, green sick. It was great fun. Even the nurse said it was impressive.

Anyhow, I was released back to the wild the next day and am currently recouperating at home being cared for by Mr 'Nurse' B. I still can't drive or lift anything heavy but the wounds are healing nicely and I am feeling much better.

I hope to be blogging more regularly from now on.