So, that happened.
On Saturday the 14th of May E and I went to see Dr Zhivago at The Maj. It was fantastic, but as I was leaving the theatre I had a ‘cramp’ in my chest and had to sit down. It passed, and I gave it no further thought.
That night, we had some deeply awesome dumplings for dinner. I ate more of them than was in any way called for.
Around 11:30pm that night, my chest began to hurt. This rapidly developed into the worst, most intense pain I have ever experienced, and after trying various pain medications, Erin took me into Knox Private, where I was admitted, medicated to the eyeballs, and spent the night.
In the morning, the pain was gone, and I was sent home with an appointment for ultrasound to explore the possibility of gallstones on Tuesday morning.
On Tuesday morning, on my way to work, I stopped in for my ultrasound. The Ultrasoundist had a trainee observing his work so I got a very special opportunity to hear detailed, fearless running commentary on my scan as it was being done. Apparently I don’t have cancer (!!!) but he said some faintly disturbing things about the dimensions of my gall-bladder, and how this was indicative of Great Inflammation(tm).
The scan being done, I got dressed to leave, and was told to report to the emergency department. (WTF?!)
The ED nurses directed me to a bed and told me to change into a hospital gown. (WTF!!!?!?)
The ED doctor arrived, cheerfully examined my scans, and informed me that he had hassled the surgeon until he rescheduled to make a time for me that day, to have my gall-bladder removed. (AAARGH! WTF?!?!?!?!!!)
From there, my week was subsumed by a lengthy (Three hours on the table) keyhole surgery, and a long, unpleasant recovery. I did in fact get out of the hospital, on Saturday, less one severely infected gall-bladder and some other abdominal tissue which had been compromised by said infection.
As I tweeted at the time, there were proverbial Little Glass Vials.
As of today, I am more or less recovered, and back at work. When I got here today, I found that my workmates had made productive use of their time in my absence:
If this all just seems weird to you, you may need to watch Dexter.
So, yeah, that happened.
Good to see you back on your feet the other night.
Your workmates are sickos…must be fun to work with them. 🙂