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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Well, I made it. I am now totally gall-bladderless and although I feel like my stomach was run over by a Mack truck (or Peterbuilt, whichever you prefer), I am glad it's over. The night before the surgery, I totally started to freak out. I thought about all the "what ifs". What if I don't wake up......what if I'm permanently disabled.....what if my hair looks really bad when visitors come by. Just joking on the last one. The morning of the surgery I had reduced myself to tears worrying (which is very much unlike me) and then the Angel of Mercy came in. My nurse shot me up with a "relaxing" shot which made me not care about anything. It was wonderful!
Supposedly, the surgery went well. It took about 30 minutes. Recovery took a bit longer because I couldn't wake up and when I did I was instantly nauseated and received another wonderful shot for that which put me right back out. I remember when the anesthesiologist (I'm sure that's not spelled right) gave me my sleepy-time shot that it hurt like hell, I remember gagging after waking up and beggin for ice or water. Other than that, I remember nothing.
The sweetest co-worker in the world, Jamie came by bearing gifts. A basket with some yarn (yippee) and knititng needles. What more could a girl want. Jamie, I know you are reading this and you are the best. As soon as I get all these baby gifts knitting (and of course my socks) I am soooo knitting you up an awesome gift. I have it all picked out and I'm ordering the yarn today!
My LittleMan bought me some sock patterns and a knitting needle case and his NayNay brought him home yesterday afternoon. He came and rubbed my face and say "I wuv you mommy" and of course I cried like a baby. How in the world did I ever end up with a child this sweet? Periodically throughout the afternoon, he would come and rub my face and give me a hug and kiss. Poor kid, he knows something's wrong, but really doesn't understand. He also made me a picture. He's not going to be an artist when he grows up....
A lady from my church brought over a casserole and a cake along with a little gift basket of lavender shower gel and lotion and candles. Yummy! I thought that was so sweet. I have the nicest church family ever! And my super awesome mom cooked LuckyHusband and LittleMan supper, cleaned out my fridge (for which she deserves a nice knitted gift as well), and cleaned my stove (bigger job than it sounds).
I've been up since 4:30 this morning and now it's 7:00 and my 6:00 pain pill is kicking in. I think I should go now and rest before the guys wake up.
Have a good week!
Melissa

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