Surgery today. Whether it’s inpatient or outpatient is a tossup.
how you feeling? everything go OK?
It seems to have gone just fine, thanks for asking. I haven’t looked at the paperwork yet. but the nurses indicated that it actually went easier than expected and they didn’t even need the mesh – just made do with sutures. They sent me home with a prescription for tramadol and a belly full of gas, so I guess I’ve got my evening all laid out.
which did you have done?
if it was inguinal, do not, i repeat, do not watch Baywatch for a while.
I’m not sure of the term, but I don’t think it’s one of the ones Weird Al sang about. It was an egg-sized lump slightly on the right side just beneath my rib cage. Not knowing the terminology isn’t weird for me though. I’ve been legally blind since birth and still couldn’t tell you the name of the diagnosis. Nystagmus something or other. It’s just me in my world.
This was probably brought about from having my gallbladder taken out a couple of years ago. Thankfully, it wasn’t hurting a bit. I just really didn’t like the idea of being asymmetrical. They told me it wasn’t going to get better on its own, so I figured I’d deal with it before it got worse. It hurts tonight, but it’s going to be OK. I’m just wearing a girdle and pissing fire because of the catheter—which is not unlike the burning urination one might feel from gonorrhea.
Funny story about that gallbladder operation though. There were some complications so I ended up on a phenobarbital drip for the better part of a week. I slept through the Final Four, the siege of Mariupol, and some other rather important stuff, but all anyone wanted to talk about when I came back down was the Will Smith slap.