Needles
I told you I hated needles!
I told you I hated needles!
But, more importantly, so did Travis. Although I think if I ask for another straw I’m going to find one in someplace I’d rather not imagine.
In all, I’m doing ok. I feel monumentally better each day, but I still find myself saying “Shouldn’t I feel better?” For example, I just finished a shower and lived [...]
Alive.
But not really wanting to be.
Have you ever been asked to rate your pain on a scale of 1-10? In the past week, my “10″ has been re-defined three times. Getting out of bed is a new “10″ each time.
I know I am whining, but I, for some reason, wasn’t expecting it to hurt this [...]
I’m not really scared of the surgery, that will come tomorrow (and boy, will it come. I hate needles, I don’t even want to think about scalpels.) I’m not even so much scared of the pain afterwards. I’m slightly scared of not being able to eat/drink normally, but only time will tell that. What I’m [...]
I’m scheduled to go under the knife tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. Which means getting there at 6 a.m. Hot damn, that’s early!
Hopefully I won’t have to stay the night, although patients typically do. I’m young, I’m told, and so it should be a piece o’ cake. (Yum, cake. Can I have some now?)
About 10% of [...]
Yesterday, on my way home from work, I stopped at the nearby natural grocers to see if they had any sure-proof, cure-all gallbladder suggestions. I scoured their library of books until I found a section on gallstones and what I should take to help alleviate pain and possibly even eliminate stones.
About an hour after getting [...]
Who needs a gallbladder anyway? And is it one word or two (gall bladder?)? Talks soon with other doctors on the off chance that there’s something else that can be done to save my newly-endangered organ, otherwise, surgery this week.
Reports from around the Internet indicate that gallbladder may be something I’d like to have around [...]
So, last night I had the strangest dream. I was being crushed alive, a Mack truck on one side, a large cement wall on the other. The pain so intense, so real.
But I wasn’t sleeping.
The misery passed after about an hour of writhing, deep, near blackout pain. And then, I was fine. Well, not fine, [...]
I finally got the new ring we ordered in New Orleans on Travis’ birthday. Behold:
(Ignore the giant man-hands, if you can draw yourself away from that part.)
Why does this always seem to make my day?
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