Dec 13, 2009This has to be the worst week that followed the best one.
We just had a great vacation in Jamaica. Usually I'm done my Christmas shopping by Dec 1, but planning a tropical trip hardly put me in the mood so I thought I'd get to it when we got back.
The 3 days that followed our return was spent getting our home back together after it had been painted (while we were gone), catching up on laundry, cleaning the house, and getting up all the Christmas decorations. I had planned on getting to the shopping next.
Little did I know I was to have my second major gall bladder attack in 3 weeks. This time I couldn't mistake it for dumping syndrome. I ended up in the ER and they kept me for the night. The next day they sent a surgeon in to see me and he admitted me and ordered an ultrasound and an CT scan. Friday they took my gall bladder out laparoscopicly and I finally came home Saturday.
Today is Sunday and I'm having a pitty party.
They didn't give me pain meds, so I'm uncomfortable, can't sleep so I'm tired and exhausted, I'm full of the Co2 gas, my shopping isn't started and there's only 10 shopping days left.... with no shopping for me in sight, and somehow I'm up 11 lbs.
Everyone says it's from the fluids and the gas and that I'll lose it in a few days. Somehow that doesn't make me feel better. I had only clear fuids the whole time I was in the hospital, and for the first 2 days I had to beg for that. The rest of the time I was always making sure they gave me sugar free "foods". I was always sending stuff back. I hated being a pain, but I didn't need to dump on top of everything else.
So, here I am, at 4am blogging my frustrations. Oh what a Christmas this will be
Jun 11, 2008