Thursday, July 13, 2006

At Least Its Over.

I'm just purging here, bear with me.

The surgery did not go as planned.  My tumor/diverticulum/benign growth ended up being about ten times the size they thought it was going to be (grapefruit vs golf ball), attached to my bladder, and severely infected.  My belly, it turns out, is full of scars and adhesions ("sheets and sheets", per the doc) from my appendectomy like 20 years ago, so the laproscopy failed and they had to do a regular incision.  I had a reaction to the anesthesia which caused me to black out and barf for two days straight, during which time our stupid HMO sent its resident Insurance Nazi to come and tell me (in between vomit spells) that I'd overstayed my visit and I'd be responsible for any additional charges.  Her response to my vomiting and blacking out was, "Well, you can vomit and black out at home.  There's medication for that."  (Miss Thang was promptly escorted out of my hospital room.  She hadn't even opened my chart to read it.  We have the Presbyterian Health Plan.  If you have a choice, I'd advise you choose another HMO.)

So yeah, my recovery time will be a little longer than expected.  Instead of four days, we're looking at six to eight weeks.  I'm still sore, I still get tired really easily, and I'm only working a few hours a day...but its over.  I'll have the final repairing surgery in two months, and then it'll be over over for good.

My sincere, heartfelt thank you to all that sent good vibes and thoughts my way.  I appreciate that more than you all know.  I'm truly blessed to have all the friends I have.

I'm verclempt.  Hugs, everyone.