Tuesday, June 8th, 2010 12:56 pm
so unexpected thing is unexpected
Went to ultrasound; doctor states I have gallstones?
God, that word just lacks style so much. The question mark is more a product of my lack of ability to put this in context or like, you know, wtf? I am going to be consulting with a surgeon, or so my doctor reports. I feel this entire thing is a product of the fact that this morning I was texting
svmadelyn about how pretty the hospital is. And it is! Glass and steel and a garden and all modern and comforting and now, you know, surgery.
Okay, yes, of course I googled, but you know, people who have had this or done this or whatever, give me an idea of what level of panic I need to be graduating to? I am more at the stage of "what the hell".
*sighs and hits google* I reserve the right to be really weird about this for a while.
ETA: I am breaking my soda only on weekends rule. Wikipedia is so very--informative. I've named my gallbladder Horace. If something has this many issues, it gets a name that is easier to use for hating it purposes.
God, that word just lacks style so much. The question mark is more a product of my lack of ability to put this in context or like, you know, wtf? I am going to be consulting with a surgeon, or so my doctor reports. I feel this entire thing is a product of the fact that this morning I was texting
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Okay, yes, of course I googled, but you know, people who have had this or done this or whatever, give me an idea of what level of panic I need to be graduating to? I am more at the stage of "what the hell".
*sighs and hits google* I reserve the right to be really weird about this for a while.
ETA: I am breaking my soda only on weekends rule. Wikipedia is so very--informative. I've named my gallbladder Horace. If something has this many issues, it gets a name that is easier to use for hating it purposes.
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From:*fond memory* When they did the biopsy, I started coughing a little blood--not tragic amounts of television, but enough for sitting me up and getting clothes out to help--and it was so interesting and the weird part is, I remember thinking, that really hurts, and finding that also deeply awesome and so very cool.
I think they could have actually removed my lungs and danced them in front of me and I would have found it good. Good times.
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From:(The openings have the possibility to let out some of the gas in case it's too much, but hold the gas inside even when the camera is pulled out for cleaning or instruments are exchanged.)
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