As I lay here....UPDATE!!

I can only think of all the things at home that I should be doing. Meals need to be cooked, laundry needs to be done, floors need to be mopped. But I can't.
I'm in the hospital. I've been up here since Saturday afternoon.
I went to the ER Thursday night and was told I was having a gall bladder attack. The doctor told me to see my surgeon on Monday and he would schedule surgery. Well, I didn't make it to Monday.
Saturday afternoon, I started having pains so bad that I couldn't hardly stand up. By the time I got to a bed in the ER, I was in so much pain that, in a two hour period, 2 shots of demoral and one shot of morphine barely touched the pain. So, I was admitted.
My numbers for my pancreas and my liver were high. I had pancreatitis and was jaundice. The doc thought that maybe a stone was caught in my bile duct. So, I was put to bed, with only ice chips to eat. No food. No drink. Nothing. Bed rest, pain meds in my IV and ice chips.
Today is Monday. My numbers are down. I'm going to have surgery tomorrow. Yay!
I'm so hungry. Every commercial on TV contains food. Every blog I look at contains a great new recipe.
My doctor assured me that tomorrow night after surgery, I can eat a bland meal. I don't care...give me chicken broth and diluted jello. I'll eat it. And will love it like it was a t-bone steak and bake potato!!
I will probably be released from the hospital on Wednesday. I've already told the hubby what I want....Chicken Fried Chicken with Garlic Mashed Potatoes from Applebees. I won't eat it all at one time. I will save some for later. I promise. I just want food. Good food.
Then it's time to recuperate. I'm going to take my time getting better. I've got so much to do. And the yard sales... I feel like all the good stuff is being sucked up while I'm laid up in the bed. I want to get my master bedroom finished, and then work on the guest room. I have a garage full of projects that I want to get done. I have some sewing I need to do.
But I want to be out of pain. This horrendous pain. This pain that had me doubled over. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I didn't want to be touched.  I screamed. I cried.
It's almost over...I'll be good as new again. I promise I'll go back to the gym. I promise I will go back to Zumba class. No more excuses.
These are the things that I think about...

as I lay here. 


My surgery went well. The doctor is concerned about one thing though...the 'shadow' he saw when he injected the dye, didn't move. He's afraid that it's a stone that got lodged in the bile duct. The MRI that was canceled for yesterday, may end up being done tomorrow..depending on the results from the lab. 
I am in some pain, but that is to be expected. Nothing that a little Morphine can't fix. 
I was cut in three small incisions instead of a slice across my side. I'm happy about that! My belly was 'blown up' with air during surgery, so uh..yea..there's only one way to get rid of that. I suppose it's a good thing the doctor ordered a private room for me huh? haha
I have already been out of bed..because I refused a catheter and I had to go tinkle. It felt good to stand up and sit somewhere other than my bed. So I sat in the recliner for about 40 minutes. 
I have some cute socks on that help with circulation. Then I have some 'bubble socks' over them that are hooked to a machine. The bubbles inflate one at a time to message my legs. Between these bubble socks and the morphine...aaaahhhh

My 8 yr old granddaughter came to visit me last night with her parents. She brought me some light up bracelets. You know the kind..you bend them and they light up to a pretty flourescent color. I love them! 
They are the best Get Well gift I've ever received!!


THANK YOU SO MUCH
for you thoughts and prayers!

I'll be good as new before you know it!