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Originally Posted by nickydwuk
You had a heck of a lot of stones. Never seen that many come out of one person.
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Oh but that was only a token selection
. There were heaps more apparently. I did wonder about making a necklace out of them, but, after all the trouble they've caused me, I don't think I want to have them anywhere close to me. The surgeon reckons I've been pretty sick in one way or another due to those little b*ggers for quite a long time and, having spoken to him about other symptoms I've had in the past like crushing pains in my chest during the night and, of course, the 'gastritis' I was diagnosed with late last year, it seems all can be attributed to the stones shifting around.
I'm already losing that Yellow Peril look. My bilirubin was 250 when it should have been 20 so it was more than 10 times over the normal limit. My last test, a couple of days ago, showed it down to 69 so a dramatic improvement.
I'm still tickled by the general anaesthetic, not having had one since I was a young kid. A mask was put over my nose and mouth and I was told to breathe in the 'oxygen' deeply. There was no feeling of drifting off - it was more like someone had switched the lights off. I was wide awake one minute and the next minute my eyes flicked open and I appeared to be 'still' wide awake. There was no 'coming around' feeling at all - I was wide awake immediately. It was only when I put my hand down and felt a load of padding and tubing across my abdomen that I realised something had been done and it was all over. It was just such a weird feeling to have lost 3 and a half hours in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
I had a little titter to myself when I read the operative notes that I brought home today. At the start of the operation it says
'Procedure: GA (which would no doubt be General Anaesthetic)
LEGS SPREAD. I just found it funny that they would put that in and could imagine them grabbing a leg each and making a wish. Later on in the report it says
'Dissection of the Calot's triangle. IT IS DIFFICULT'. I thought 'Yeah that'd be right. It was me they were working on after all'.
During the first few post-op days I reverted to babyhood. They had to try to rehydrate me and flush out my liver so I was on a drip. This, unfortunately, had the effect of rushing through me and coming out the other end without sufficient warning, considering how difficult I found it to get out of bed quickly and get to the loo. Because of this I was put into monster-size nappies (diapers) which I was extremely grateful for as I needed to go about 3 times every 15 to 30 mins.. It was just a bit embarrassing when the doctor was making his rounds one day and I found myself having to look him in the eye and pretend nothing untoward was happening in my nappy at the same time.
Hubster was allowed to stay with me all day, which was great as he's an excellent carer. We did have the odd mishap, like when he was about to take my meal tray away and put the (quite big and heavy) lid back on it. He dropped the lid, which in turn tipped a bowl over and caused a tea bag to fall into my lap, messing up my gown, but the main cause of my distress was the loud bang it caused. I almost leapt into the air, which didn't do my wounds a lot of good, I can tell you. I nearly had a heart attack to add to my woes
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I was just saying to hubster that I wish we had a nurse friend who could take over and monitor my progress now I'm out of hospital
. I feel pretty good although still have a sharp pain where my gallbladder must have been when I walk about. The doc says I shouldn't have any pain but won't explain why I have. Perhaps this T tube is pressing on something.