The After Math

So here I am again, almost a week after surgery. It hurt like hell when I woke up, still can't bend over without looking like a freak, not sleeping really, not eating really. All in all I'm great, because things will now only be getting better!

I had my gall bladder removed along with a bunch of scar tissue that apparently was also causing a bunch of problems. So now I should be able to be back to normal in a couple of weeks.

Today was the first day that I went back to school, I missed an exam, and I wrote one today that I think I failed. But, this is the last week of classes, and I have 2 finals next week, Tuesday and Wednesday, but after that, that's it! I'm so excited. I am pretty much guaranteed to pass both classes, maybe not with as high of marks as I would like, but that's ok, all things considered.

I get to go to Chicago to visit my mom and dad the first week in May, which thrills me to no end. I get to fly there and take the train back, and I am soooo looking forward to it. After that, it will be the end of my time off, and I will be (hope hope hope hope) back to normal. And back to work. But after being off for all this time, I can hardly wait to go back o my normal routine.

So that's all that's new, which all told, is not really a whole lot of anything. Huh.

And No Food For You....Actually Me.

So you know what sucks? Being sick. It sucks. I hate it. I want to be better.

I have been sick for 2 weeks. Not just kind of sick. Really sick. Like vomiting, nausea, abdominal pain, and of course, the lovely one no one wants to mention. They have no idea what is wrong. Actually that is not true. They think that there is something wrong with my gall bladder or appendix. And by 'they' I mean my doctor. I have had 3 blood tests, 2 ultrasounds, something weird I can't pronounce scheduled for next week, and a consult with a surgeon. There have also been 4 hospital ER visits, and 1 overnighter there. I don't know, maybe they are just going to cut me open, and poke around until they find something? I doubt it. But anyway, nothing is infected or enlarged, so in the meantime, I eat a lot of gravol, percocet, and apple juice. Thats about all I can handle. Anyways. This is why I don't post.

Basically, they are waiting for me to get better, or get worse. Please think of me.