This is what I feel like after 3 nights in the hospital.
I feel like I’ve entered the Twilight Zone: go to a doctor’s appointment Friday afternoon, get ushered to a bed instead, and they won’t let me out.
Of course, today did not go according to plan. Shocker, I know.
I had a lengthy face-to-face with Dr. C (who wasn’t even supposed to be here today) three hours before the scheduled HIDA scan.
Keep up, people: I know it’s confusing.
If you remember, Dr. C is the doctor I consulted after firing Dr. B; she is the one who admitted me to the hospital.
Dr. C was very patient with me. She drew pictures, entertained my incessant questions, and never once made me feel stupid for wanting to hang on to my gallbladder. (I am not worried about the surgery so much—I’ve had so many surgeries in my life, and while it’s not that I like them, they don’t scare me as much as they used to—it’s more that I don’t want to ruin the great digestion that I normally have. It’s not like they can give me my gallbladder back if I change my mind ha ha.)
To make a long story short, the scan was cancelled, I am scheduled for the OR tomorrow, my brain is complete mush from thinking so hard and feeling so rough, and I ask that y’all would pray that I will be more at peace about this tomorrow than I am right now.
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