It’s been the best of weeks…it’s been the worst of weeks.
The last couple of days have been particularly emotional.
I figured I had better get back to you blog readers with the gall bladder surgery details just in case you’re wondering what happened during the appointment with the surgeon yesterday.
Yesterday I was in fine spirits. You know, humming spirits. You go into the surgeon’s office with your husband and you’re discussing all sorts of ordinary things while you wait for the surgeon to arrive to discuss Your Problem.
I was humming Christmas songs. When suddenly the words “Deck the gall with balls of holly!” came out of nowhere.
Barry and I laughed. I laughed some more. And then laughed some more. It struck me as the silliest thing in the universe. Where did this line come from, anyway? Some extraterrestrial trying to cheer up the situation?
The good-looking surgeon arrived. He set the date for surgery for next Monday.
Was that OK with me?
Whatever you say, doctor!
“Why do we have gall bladders, anyway?” I asked him.
“To help put my kids through college,” he joked.
Nothing like a comedian for a surgeon!
But, seriously, folks, I like him. Have confidence in him. It will be simple laparoscopic surgery unless there are complications. If complications exist–well, as my friend, Janet, put it: let’s hope for a gentle knife.
Let’s assume no complications. Prayers and good wishes will be appreciated. I will pay you back when you need them.
Nonetheless–after yesterday’s giggle attack in the surgeon’s office–I awoke today feeling absolutely emotional. Sad, teary-eyed. The doctor’s office (the local doc) called wanting more blood work.
Back to the hospital. Last time I was cheerful-happy and thinking, “Oh, this is nothing! Isn’t blood work easy?” This morning the renegade thoughts snarled, “I HATE blood work! I HATE this! Get me out of this place!”
I cried this morning. Seriously, folks. Who knows why? Fear? Tired of this dull feeling of pain? The roller-coaster effect after giggling yesterday?
99 out of 100 folks who have had laparoscopic gall bladder surgery (and lived to tell me about it) said it was a breeze. A piece of cake! Easy as pie! Wish they’d done it years before.
“You’ll love it,” they all say. “Have it done. Don’t even give it another thought! You’ll sail through it!”
I am wondering if it would be possible to get through the next five days without thinking.
Perhaps should just keep humming, “Deck the gall with balls of holly…”