That's Not Gall, Folks!

So, on Wednesday, October 6th, I took the plunge and went in for an outpatient procedure to have my gall bladder removed. 

My young surgeon (who I have since done some reasearch on, and she is, in fact, one or two years older than me, phew) came to visit me in post-op, and informed me that there were bits and pieces of my gall bladder/gall stones that were lodged somewhere, and I should make myself comfortable, because chances are that I would be there a few more days.

Thank goodness it was October - even though the surgeon was good, between the gall bladder BS and the c-section, I looked like Frankenstien from my chest to my hips. 

It was determined that I would have an endoscopy the following day to remove the bits and pieces.  There was no possible way the could do the procedure on the 6th, I checked, and asked everyone and anyone who looked like a doctor, nurse, or other medical professional. 

I was mentally unprepared to be away from Naomi so soon.  I did have my breastpump on hand, so I could at least do that (to make myself comfortable, not so much for giving her the milk - I was pretty doped up).  I did have great nurses (save for one) at the hospital, and my doctor really moved her ass to make sure things moved smoothly. 

The endoscopy the following day went well - I remember talking to the nurses while face down on the table - isn't that strange?  I didn't realize that you had to be face down for that procedure.  Between the residual c-section pain and the brand new fresh pain from the gall bladder removal incisions, I was trying to balance myself in the least painful pose, and then I remember waking up.  Whatever they give you for that endoscopy procedure is good stuff!  My doctor had told me I would need to stay another day so they could wait for my blood results and other stuff, but she rushed things, and let me go Thursday evening.  I was super grateful beyond belief.  I have a feeling that has to do with me having a *small* mental breakdown, including tears and hiccups, in front of my doctor and several nurses.

Since then, I have been able to eat all kinds of food.  It has been WONDERFUL!