the day-after-tomorrow i go under the knife. ugh. i got a call from the anesthesiologist this morning, wanting every little nuance of my medical history. that seemed to kinda hit me, "yes, they are actually going to cut me open". i admitted to the lady on the phone all the ugly skeletons in my medical history. namely, the
eating disorder. i also felt it might be pertinent to get a medical opinion on my
marijuana use and how it could effect
surgery. should i
stop smoking until the
surgery, etc. i was told that i may continue until the night before the surgery. no problem, says i. it helps me more than the mind numbing pain killers they gave me.
i have a burning feeling in my
tum, not really high enough to be
heartburn. i keep
belching, too. more than you
lurvely
everythingians want to know, perhaps, but these are some of the
symptoms of a bum
gallbladder.
i got word from an
aunt that one of the worst parts of the surgery is the carbon dioxide they fill your
tum tum up with so they can see what they're doing. she said that as it dissipates, it can be quite excruciating. oi.
anyhoo... i should get my
mind off it. i should do some
work, and start gathering the stuff i need to work from
home. more later...