April 26, 2009

Sunday Morning coming down


I have been sick....

I ate too much ice cream Friday night, and the gallstones I have didn't like it at all. Starting around 2:30 Friday night/Saturday morning I began a series of "extreme nausea" attacks that occurred every 20 to 45 minutes and did not stop. Extreme nausea... medical terminology for puking your guts out around the clock...

The attacks did not stop until Julie called the Dr. and went to retrieve some highly unpleasant medicine they called in for me. It seems to have worked a bit, I still feel very touchy... and I think the time may have come for this thing to be removed... although the thought of being under all sorts of medication while someone removes something from me is not a great thing to look forward to, this is stealing my life away from me.. or I could just eat right.... nahhhh.. surgery is the way to go...

Thanks Julie for taking care of me and thanks to James and Patrick for opening the door periodically and asking if I was ok....

6 comments:

Just me... said...

Having been this route, take my advice. Have the surgery on Thursday (laparoscopicly) and you'll be fine by Monday.. A little sore, but able to go.. Believe me, it'll be a thousand times better with the week..
Good Luck!! :):):)

wendy said...

So sorry, babydoll.

Get the gallstones out. Tell Jules I said to use the 2x4. Not to get them out...to make sure you go TO get them out.

Don't be a stubborn southern man. There's enough of those already. Plus, I actually *like* you.

(that got a little smile, I'm sure)

The Angry Georgian said...

I've heard they can blast them apart with sound waves.

Robert said...

Get the gall bladder out. I did, and life is so much better.

Betty BeadBug said...

You're very welcome. I like the 2X4 idea Wendy...just am not sure it would work. Not only is he a stubborn southern man he has that family trait going of if you tell them what to do they dig their feet in harder and go the opposite way. I hate it for him, but he'll get tired of it and then out it will come. You know it needs to come out Big Daddy, let's just get it over with.

Junebug said...

Take it from someone you know very well.Get it out.It's no fun feeling that way.hugging the porcelin toilet or using a bag.
I'm glad I got mine out.I only wish I would of done it SOONER.
There are times to be stubborn but not now.
You do want to be around to see your boys become fine young men and grow old with Julie.
I love you.
The choice is yours.
xo