I survived surgery. We all knew I would!! If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that it was a bit of an ordeal though.
I got to the hospital and had the following people descend on me all at once: the pre-op nurse, the surgical nurse, the surgeon, two of his residents, the anesthesiologist and one of his residents. I don't know what the deal was...but they had me into the surgical suite before they even put my IV in! I've seen how smoothly things are supposed to run while there for my mom's surgeries.
It seems that I threw up while unconscious in the surgical suite. Luckily, I didn't aspirate anything! However, I did throw up again in the recovery room. Go me!!
Despite antibiotics, and a host of other meds - the surgeon was unpleasantly surprised by how bad my gallbladder was when he got in there. I was blessed that they still did the procedure laparoscopically - but they had to open up one of the incisions a lot wider than normal to get the organ out. That means that I am at risk for a hernia. No shoveling or picking up anything over five pounds for a couple of months (and I have to be careful bending over), and my recovery is going to take longer than I had hoped.
I look forward to getting back to normal...but in the meantime, Percocet is my friend!
And...while I was having surgery....
My mom is in London and tripped over a cobblestone and fell. She ended up breaking her shoulder (she swears she feels fine now) and chipped a tooth. Then, my great uncle passed away. We all knew it was coming; I just wish that our family hadn't had such a colossally bad day!