Anniversary!
An important one, too! Four years ago today, I had my gall bladder removed. In honor of that momentous occasion (if you've had a gall bladder attack and subsequently had it removed, you know what I'm talking about!), I'm going to re-post the story.....
This is a story about a well-intended plan that almost went awry because of a mean woman's one-eye-ball stare.
Anybody know what this is? And, no, it's not a bullet hole or a man who's been hit with a fried egg! It's where a gall bladder lives.
My story begins late, late, late one night when my second late night serving of homemade veggie soup was digesting. Everyone in bed, I was minding my own business watching TV (pretend like there's something on the screen 'cause there was that night)...
...when...
The digestive center was sending out an "SOS"!!!
No problem, I have STUFF....
...I take it and wait a few minutes...
no relief...then...
..and when that didn't work either, I tried...
NOTHING worked...SO....I now had ONE thing on my mind....
But there were two problems...I had to get to an emergency room to fulfill that medication fantasy AND I had a husband and two kids sleeping soundly whom I really didn't want to bother. "Not really a problem," I say to myself, "I can be back from the emergency room before anybody wakes and no one's sleep will have been disturbed."
Injection of fact here: I never said I was SMART.
Back to the story...
I got my
and 
on...
Grabbed my
and 
and walked ...er...shuffled out the door...
I drove 20mph down the interstate hunched over the steering wheel and, after what seemed an eternity, arrived at my destination...
yesssssssssssssss.....
This is where my plan began to go awry. The woman at the counter growled...
"Ya got no one to drive you home, ya get no pain medication."
Anybody know what this is? And, no, it's not a bullet hole or a man who's been hit with a fried egg! It's where a gall bladder lives.
My story begins late, late, late one night when my second late night serving of homemade veggie soup was digesting. Everyone in bed, I was minding my own business watching TV (pretend like there's something on the screen 'cause there was that night)...
...when...
The digestive center was sending out an "SOS"!!!
No problem, I have STUFF....
...I take it and wait a few minutes...
no relief...then...
..and when that didn't work either, I tried...
NOTHING worked...SO....I now had ONE thing on my mind....
But there were two problems...I had to get to an emergency room to fulfill that medication fantasy AND I had a husband and two kids sleeping soundly whom I really didn't want to bother. "Not really a problem," I say to myself, "I can be back from the emergency room before anybody wakes and no one's sleep will have been disturbed."
Injection of fact here: I never said I was SMART.
Back to the story...
I got my
and 
on...Grabbed my
and 
and walked ...er...shuffled out the door...
I drove 20mph down the interstate hunched over the steering wheel and, after what seemed an eternity, arrived at my destination...
yesssssssssssssss.....
This is where my plan began to go awry. The woman at the counter growled...
"Ya got no one to drive you home, ya get no pain medication."
"Oh, NOOOO!!!!"
"Ya might as well head back home, missy."
Head hung low, I was accepting defeat and shuffling toward the door when....
my cell phone rang!!!....
I looked fearfully at the mean woman who snarled...
I looked fearfully at the mean woman who snarled...
"And, I tell ya somethin' else, Missy, we don't allow no cell phones on in here."
"H...h...hello?" I timidly answer into my phone, "This lady is mean so talk fast."
"Honey?" my sleepy, worried husband says, "Where are you?"
"Oh, Mark, I have a bad stomach problem and this lady won't let me get any medicine unless you are here to drive me home and I just wanted to let you sleep and then you called and she got meaner because my phone was on...please come help meeeeeee."
"Honey," my sleepy, worried husband repeats, "Where ARE you?"
"At the Emergencyyyyy Rooooooom....." I wail.
"I'll be there as quickly as I can. You hang in there, sweetie."
*whimper*
~~~~~~~~~~~~
20 minutes later, hubby at my side and pain meds onboard...
"H...h...hello?" I timidly answer into my phone, "This lady is mean so talk fast."
"Honey?" my sleepy, worried husband says, "Where are you?"
"Oh, Mark, I have a bad stomach problem and this lady won't let me get any medicine unless you are here to drive me home and I just wanted to let you sleep and then you called and she got meaner because my phone was on...please come help meeeeeee."
"Honey," my sleepy, worried husband repeats, "Where ARE you?"
"At the Emergencyyyyy Rooooooom....." I wail.
"I'll be there as quickly as I can. You hang in there, sweetie."
*whimper*
~~~~~~~~~~~~
20 minutes later, hubby at my side and pain meds onboard...
I was pain free and feelin' happy....
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am proudly gall bladder free for 4 years now
AND
I still won't eat homemade veggie soup.
1 comment:
LOL!! Not the pain you were in - your story!
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