Maybe it's a curve ball.
Perhaps just a curve in the road.
Feels like a ditch though. Ran off the road, need a tractor to pull me out.
I haven't decided what analogy to apply to events of the last 24 hours. I had a very nice Christmas. M&D and I enjoyed breakfast and good coffee and plenty of presents. I received a fine, over the top glittery, Elvis ornament to remember this year by. I also added a fat pig ornament to the collection of pigs on my future trees.
M&D went off to Lori's for a big family gathering and I settled in to watch White Christmas and cry at appropriate moments. And just before they returned home a burning pain gripped my middle. THE GALL BLADDER. eeeuuuk! I rolled around, and finally vomited and got some relief. The doctor said "only clear liquids and see you at the clinic 7:30 tomorrow morning."
At the clinic this morning the liver counts were high. The blood counts were low. The ANC was a big fat O. Julie, the nurse practitioner, wanted to have the gall bladder out NOW. Good Grief. Altogether not a happy event. I pleaded to wait til after the first of the year and she agreed. Then she changed her mind. Then she changed her mind about the ANC. Then she changed her mind about the next clinic visit.
I think she wasn't feeling great this morning. By the time I had orders in my hand nurse Wendy had to sit down and go over the final decisions with me. Come in next Tuesday as scheduled. Go upstairs for a Neupogen shot. The doctor will call you to schedule the GI workup preparatory to surgery.
I went upstairs for the shot and tech Michael, escorted me to my cubicle. When I went up there on Tuesday, Michael met me in the hallway on my return from the coffee machine and insisted on putting the hospital bracelet on my arm. I groused and asked the desk in general "where did this guy come from?" Nurse Apinya laughed back "Rule followers! Everybody's gotta have one." But today Michael only complimented my new pink bag and did not make me wear the bracelet.
So now my diet is back to canned everything, nothing fresh. But added to those restrictions are things like no nuts, popcorn or orange juice. Low fat, low fiber.
I've had a cry. A little pout. And about 10 Pringles. (low fat, low fiber, low taste)
CSM
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2 comments:
Crikey Cathi
When we spoke on Christmas Day and you said you weren't feeling too great, I never guessed it would turn out like this. Grrr, just when you're starting to feel really chipper again. At least Pringles aren't off limits.
Take it easy and keep us posted.
lots of love #2 GOT
Damnit! I hope your pain between now and surgery time is tollerable. Can they do something cool with your gall bladder like shellac it and put it on a wooden base to display proudly on the mantle?
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