Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Day I Got My Gallbladder Out

I'm alive!!! Esther was very concerned about it so I thought I'd let everyone know, just in case you're wondering.

I arrived there at 10:15 a.m. I begged the phlebotomist not to make me give blood, but he insisted it had to be done and he only had to do it once! Afterwards I got suited up in my little hospital gown. People complain, but let me tell you, it covered my rear-end AND there's a little nozzle that hooks in and fills pockets inside the gown with warm air. Talk about warm breezes in your britches. By the time they put the wraps on my legs to keep them from clotting (they expand with air one at a time, kind of like a blood pressure cuff, but it felt like a nice massage) I felt like a ninja.

I spent much of the morning waiting and crying. Thanks to Noah, I had a hand to wring whenever I was in pain. Linda, the nurse at the front took me on a little tour beforehand because she could tell I was nervous. Plus, she gave me a stuffed bear. It made me smile. She also told me a funny story when my vein blew trying to get the IV in.

I was waiting forever and couldn't figure out what was taking so long. Apparently, the guy before me had to be opened up completely and that made me a little nervous. Ok, it made me scared out of my mind. That was my greatest fear. By the time the anesthesiologist was done with him I was in tears and continued until they finally put me out.

I had been stuck with a needle 4 times, been cut open 4 times and Noah claims I woke up moaning. He could hear me through the door in the recovery room saying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow" and "I'm dying." In my head I'm pretty certain I thought I was saying, "Help, this really hurts. Please give me some pain medication." In the recovery room I got to eat and drink after 17 hours. I became a much more cooperative patient thereafter. :)

And now, I'm surprisingly cognizant. I have a hard time forming sentences, but mostly I'm content and little sore.

6 comments:

Esther said...

Yay! I'm so glad you made it out alive! Pity they didn't let you keep the little beast though....

La Esposa said...

Sweet sweet Becky. I'm glad Noah was there. And that you're doing better.

And did they really not let you keep the bear? That's just mean.

Anne Adele said...

I'm so glad that you are through with this. I would have liked to hear some of your sentences when you were coming out of the drugs. Funny memories.

MoJo said...

I'm so glad you finally got that dang thing taken care out. Here's hoping you recover quickly and feel no pain! Too bad Noah didn't video some of your ramblings. Funny videos pays for stuff like that!

sara said...

I am so glad to hear that your surgery went well. What is with your veins. Maybe they are just little and scared of being poked. I wished you guys could have been up in SLC for Easter but under the circumstances you were probably not in the Eastering mood. Take Care

merilee said...

I'm glad that everything went well! You are too cute :)