I told her I was out of work due to surgery and then got an email from my best girl friend Carla�..been pals since I was 14.� That makes 21 years now�.

 

 

>From: "Carla" <c******@******.ca>

>To: <[email protected]>

>Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 13:23:05 -0400

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>Gall bladder surgery?� Why the hell did you go and do that for??? �Sucker

>for punishment?

 

My reply��I always break up the swear words so her work server doesn�t detect my wickedness.

 

 

 

Carla,

 

I had to have the surgery.� I went into the hospital ER on Thursday with pain so bad it felt like I was dying or something.� Sucked bad.� They admitted me.� I had gone to the doctor the day before and they did a sonogram of my chest and stomach areas and found that my gallbladder was full of stones and had to come out.� I had no choice.

 

They did the surgery through 4 incisions and using those tiny tools and stuff.� I have 4 staples in my belly button and then 3 separate ones scattered over my belly.

 

Funny enough when they moved me from the gurney to a bed a nurse said, "oh nice you have a tattoo!!!"� At the time I thought, "lady shut the fu ck up you know...I'm in pain!!!"� She goes on and on saying, "Are you going to get more of them someday?"� I said, "Yes I'm going to get one that says "I hate hospitals as soon as I can!"� She didn't even laugh.�

 

I was in the hospital until July 4th and they actually put me out twice.� Once to shove a tube down my throat and remove a stone from the duct between your gall bladder and liver.....and to check out the situation prior to the next days surgery.� The whole ordeal was bad and I�m glad to be out of there.

 

I'm at home for the rest of the week.� The staples come out on Monday July 11th.� I have bruises up and down both arms and one hand from where they put IV's in and out of me like a human pincushion.� My legs need shaved.� I peeled my acrylic nails off while in the hospital because it had been 3 weeks since I got them filled in and they were practically falling off.� So my fingernails are haggard and gross.� My pedicure needs redone and my toenail polish is peeling away in a grotesque way.� My legs need shaved and I haven't fixed my hair since last Thursday.�

 

I have taken several half assed showers whereby I try not to get my staples wet.� Yah they tell you not to get 7 staples scattered across your belly wet.� Doh.� So be a stinkmeister instead?� bluck....

 

Can you tell I'm cranky???�

 

Thank god I had insurance because unlike you Cannuckians up thar' we must have insurance or they can send us home unattended.� Thank god it's decent insurance because I don't think I'll get bills in the thousands.

 

I can't wait to get a manicure, a pedicure, a haircut and and and and it would be great if I could sleep on my stomach all curled up to my pillow rather than flat on my back like a stiff board that wakes up in the same position in agony.� Yah that'd be really nice.

 

Thankfully I had the following:

 

1. Rick (when a man helps you dress, eat, shower annnnnd put on your own ^@^$*@ panties because you can't quite bend over that far.....he deserves a steak dinner!)

 

2. Insurance (explained that one above!)

 

3. Good doctors that wore turbans and spoke rather decent English considering.....

 

4. A hospital within 5 minutes of home with very liberal visiting hours so Rick could come in and see me at 9 p.m. if he wanted to.

 

5. Clean unripped, undamaged underwear on when I had to drive into the ER.� Whew....you know how that's always your biggest fear.

 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm done venting.......where's my dam ned get well card now????� Be a pal already!!!

 

Kristy

 

p.s. it'd be nice to cough without wincing too.....that'd be really nice.