Tomorrow is the day!

Tomorrow is the big day. Gall Bladder and I will be parting ways.

I've tried to make GB's last days fun. We've thrown a Frisbee, thrown a football (perfect spiral if I do say so myself), bought our favorite chocolate/banana swirl ice cream, went for a photography walk in the park, read some good books, and ate a bunch of bacon.

I'm not nervous, but am totally ready for this to happen. I trust the doctors and nurses and am confidant they will do their best.



I'll leave you with some photos to enjoy...

Scouts working on their Orienteering Badge

Photos around Cedar Park, Fairmont, MN

Sloppy Joes! (I tucked my shirt in for this photo.)

 

Popcorn Patrol reporting for duty!

Water...I need water...anyone? Anyone? If only I had thumbs!!

The Gall!

Well, I've seem to acquired an internal pouch of gall stones. How fun is that?

I've been having a dull ache in my abdomen for about a month and decided that it would probably be in my best interest to get it checked out.

(I can't imbed the video I wanted to put here, but it is of Ah-nuld saying, "It's not a toomah! It's not a toomah. At all.")

The nice lady did the ultrasound on my guts, but wouldn't print off a copy of my gall bladder to share with you. Boo to the nice lady!

I spoke with the doctor a couple of days later (both of us were on cell phones and I only had one bar of service so the conversation was a bit iffy) and I caught words like "Accute", "Multiple", "Stones", "Surgeon", and "Schedule".

I was thrilled it wasn't a toomah, but not too happy that the word "surgeon" was involved.

I dialed up the old intrawebs and searched my insurance site to make sure ye olde surgeon was in network. Aaaaaaaaand of course not. I called the insurance and the lady there searched and searched and sure enough, not in the network. I called my doctor's nurse to let her know and she sounded more shocked than I was. I am waiting to hear back from a friend of mine whose wife is a surgery nurse at the place that is in my network. I'm hoping she has a recommendation or two of who I could use since I don't know anything about the doctors in that facility.

So while I wait, I'm entertaining my gall bladder to the best of my ability. I took it to St. Paul, Minnesota this weekend for the Women's State Bowling Tournament. I let it enjoy a couple of Blood Orange Margaritas (Don Julio Blanco tequila, sweet blood orange puree and Cointreau; topped with sweet and sour) and a warm cheese sampler plate (Grilled baguette served with warmed brie, gorgonzola and goat cheese; paired with roasted garlic, basil oil and boozy cherries). Nothing but the best for my innards! We played a round of Yahtzee with six other ladies (I don't know how many other gall bladders were involved in the game).

I'll keep updating here to let you know what my gall bladder has been up to until it is time to part ways with it.


Total absence of humor renders life impossible. - Colette (1873 - 1954), Chance Acquaintances, 1952

It went well.

We survived the house showing. She loved the house and he grinned through the whole viewing. They didn't put an offer in because they have to see if they can get financing. We will see how that goes.

There is another person who may come look at it so we have to keep it presentable. Good luck with that, right?

In other news...

Guess who has Carpal Tunnel?

~~~Raises hand. Hand goes numb. Hand drops back into lap. Raises other hand.~~~

I went to the doctor because of some numbness in my hand and weakness in my arm. He flipped my hand over, tapped the inside of my wrist and held me down as I just about came out of my chair. Did you know you can shoot electrical current down your hand and into your middle two fingers just by tapping on an inflamed nerve in your wrist? I sure the heck didn't. Now I do.

I get to wear Cock-Up (Yes, really.) wrist splints when I sleep. How awesome is that? Not at all awesome.

Anti-inflammatory drugs for now. Injection if that doesn't work. Orthopedic consultation and possible surgery if that doesn't work.

In more other news...

My 2nd grader is reading at a 4.6 grade level (according to the testing). He gets that from me. ~~~Tosses hair~~~