Okay, I haven't been here in a long while! I didn't realize it had been so long. Wow. Well, I have 2 weeks off from work. I took off 2 weeks on purpose so I could recover from the gall bladder surgery I had yesterday. I didn't know how the Lupus would affect it, so I took extra long sick leave. I felt great yesterday--morphine does that for you! Wrap me up a doggy bag to take some home! As I was lying in recovery and thought I hadn't actually gone in yet, I was bummed out. Thinking that I still had to go through the proceedure, but didn't understand why my stomach hurt so much. . .then the nurse told me I had already been in, I nearly jumped up and ran home! Well, that was "mentally' jumped up. After the "good" drugs wore off, I haven't done much of anything. The Vicoden makes me have funny dreams that wake me up suddenly--like the one about blue ink getting all over the carpet. . .woke me right up! I couldn't go to bed in the bed, I had to sleep in the recliner. I didn't get much sleep between the funny dreams and my cat Stinky. My cat likes to get in the recliner with me and normally this is no problem, but she likes to be right on my stomach. She was a bit put out when I kept pushing her away. So she walked off the recliner on to the end table and takes a nice big drink of my water on her way by. I have to use those stomach muscles to get out of the recliner to get another glass of water because now the one that I just got has cat backwash in it. She licks herself ALL over. So I know there is more than cat backwash in it--ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! She is so considerate!
One thing I have been able to do is pray and pray and pray and pray. I have a hard time concentrating on reading anything for very long (the drugs again) So, prayer is the way to go.
Ode to My Long Gone Gall Bladder
Was it because I didn't pay attention
that you decided just to mention
that you had an item
that had grown
too much for you to handle
on your own?
And instead of enduring it alone
you were so kind to share
that excellent pain that daily
caused me to look in your direction.
My GP didn't mind
and the Surgeon was not blind
to the fact that you just had to go!
So,
now that we have parted
I am better off then when we started
but you, my dear,
have not fared so well.
blame it on the Vicoden. . .





