Well, for the first time in my life, I will be going under the knife and gassed up, so to speak, as I head into the hospital on Friday October 20th to have my gall bladder removed. Ouch!
After consulting with my doctor and the surgeon, I felt it was best to get it done now or regret it later in life. There's no dire emergency to go through this procedure, though the risks involved are quite minimal. With that being said, I admit I'm very concerned about the outcome of the operation. The surgeon assured me that now was the time to get it done while I'm still young. Ha ha!
I was told that all that would be involved would be some tiny incisions, then they go right into my body and take that sucker out. Of course, I'll be heavily sedated while all this is happening. It's when the sleeping gas runs its course through my body that I'm worried about and how much, if any pain will hit me once I wake up. Just remember, I've never had an operation before.
Sure, I've been to the hospital many times for different reasons...once, when I was 9 years old and fell off the bike I was riding in and injured the back of my head. That time, I was in the hospital for 6 days. I also got into a bad car accident back in 1988 when I crashed into the back of an abandoned truck. The doctors had to remove bits and pieces of glass from my face and arms, all while I was still wide awake. I don't care how much novacaine they put into me when all this was happening...it still hurt and I still have the scar on my left arm to show for it.
Anyway, I don't think things will be that dramatic when I get my gall bladder removed, but I sure hope I'll be okay after it's over. Thank goodness my friend Joe was willing to take a day off from work that day to take me to and from the hospital. In the end, I'll be up and running amok again. Just give me a few days to recover...
