Coming Home Tomorrow… or maybe Saturday

I’m not home yet, I got sent to a different hospital in Syracuse. My gall bladder is gone and I feel TONS better, but I guess a gall stone escaped or something and is stuck in a duct (I heard the words “small intestines” at one point… maybe that is where?) So tomorrow they are doing an “outpatient procedure” which really isn’t an outpatient procedure since they are making me stay here tonight. It’s called an ERCP (Endoscopic Retrograde Cholangiopancreatography. Yeah. ERCP.) and basically they have to stick a tube down my throat to first find the stone, then suck the stone out. They swear I will be asleep so I’m okay with it.

Also, this hospital sucks. I cried when I got here? Because I was all by myself. I knew Jeff was coming but he wasn’t here yet, and the ambulance guys brought me. I actually knew one of the ambulance guys too, sort of. He used to work at the casino with Jeff. So that was fine. But once they got me here, found my room, and unloaded me not a single person came to say anything at all. So I’m all sitting here for like half an hour, an hour…. not knowing if I’m even supposed to really be here. You know? Like the ambulance dudes were like “they said shes going to 50-10. This is 50-10.” So eventually I start kind of tearing up. I’m alone, and creeped out, and kinda achey. It’s allowed. Then since I’m crying ten million people start showing up and they’re all “what’s wrong honey?” “why are you crying honey?” Leave me the eff alone, honey. This one nurse? Was a total biznatch! She was like “Do you have a history of emotional issues or depression or something?” I was like “ No.” And THEN?! She was like “You’re married? Is your husband coming?” And I’m all “yes, but he wont be here for a little bit.” And she’s all “is that maybe why you’re crying? Problems in the marriage?” And I’m all “ Are you seriously telling me you’ve never effing seen someone CRY before? Back the eff off!” Only when I’m crying I’m lucky if I can squeeze out yes or no answers. So I gave as disgusted a “NO.” As I could manage. Ugh. That wench better stay away from me tomorrow.

Anyways, I’m feeling much better, but not quite home yet. Thanks for worrying about me! I should be able to come home tomorrow as long as everything goes right. If not, then Saturday.

Thank you Denise for posting for me! Does that count for me, like I didn’t miss a day?