Those who've read the previous journal entry know that I've been having trouble with my gall bladder since June.
After the ERCP on October 27th, I was referred to yet ANOTHER hospital, this one in Milwaukee. One of my brothers was visiting, and he drove us down for an initial clinic consultation in early November. I went back a couple of weeks later for a third ERCP, plus a litho-tripsy. And herein occurred a little hiccup: the litho tripsy failed. I woke up in a lot of pain and the doctors decided to admit me and take my gall bladder two days later. These guys don't mess around, although the surgeon's first question was: why wasn't the damn gall bladder removed in the first place?
And then occurred another hiccup: the surgeon tried a laproscopy procedure, but he discovered that my gall bladder was necrotic (ie: dead) and it had to be taken via a traditional method. I woke up about 7 hours later, feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. So, I spent Thanksgiving in the hospital, not wanting to move because any movement caused pain. But I bounced back quickly. The nurses cajoled me out of bed on Friday and I walked up and down the halls a few times.
My diet was also "advanced" to full liquid, so I got to have beef broth for lunch, and vegetable broth for dinner. It was advanced again on Saturday to solid food, and I got in even more walks. Sunday, they cut me loose, and another brother picked me up and drove me home. I spent the first two weeks sleeping sitting up on the couch, and the hardest part was moving around without using my abs to pull me up. There were so many staples in my incision that I would have set off metal detectors. I had to go back to Milwaukee nine days later to have the staples removed, and that didn't hurt as much as I had feared.
The only bad part is that I still had stones stuck in my bile duct. On December 22nd, I underwent a final ERCP, and this one worked. They had to bring out the sonic wave machine, but the stones broke up and they were swept out. I woke up with a really sore throat, and I actually came close to losing my voice over Christmas, but this long nightmare is finally over. I'm five weeks healed as I write this, and tried some light weight lifting and cardio. I will have to make one final visit to the surgeon on January 7th for a final follow up.
And then it will be all over.
My hope is that my 2015 will be healthier, and luckier. So here is a New Year's toast to a full time job that I like, a respectable apartment in Milwaukee or Madision; and maybe, just maybe, a cool boyfriend. And no problems with my new computer (but that's another story). HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
Listening to: my mental jukebox
Reading: assorted pedigree papers
Watching: my computer screen
Eating: are you kidding?