For any of you regular readers, you may remember me writing about a gall bladder attack I had last year. I had another one this past Tuesday and it wasn’t fun at all. So, the following day I spent finding and scheduling a visit with a surgeon to have that little annoying bladder removed permanently from my system.
Day before yesterday, Monday at 12:00pm, I was in for surgery and they were poking me with some instruments and making short work of removing my own little personal gravel factory from my body. I now have three nice incisions across my abdomen and one in my belly button area where they were able to go in laprascopically and remove the irksome irritant.
The procedure was fairly non-eventful, at least from what I can tell I wasn’t awake for any of it. Getting my IV in pre-op wasn’t as easy. First they tried going in on the side of my wrist, VERY PAINFUL! Not much room to manuever there. Nurse called in back-up and they tried on my other arm, still painful, but finally achieved success and the blood flowed, too much in fact, left a nice pool on my bed.
The anesthesiologist visited me pre-op and let me know what was going to take place. He said that the knock-out medicine there were going to use works fast and he wasn’t kidding. When they got me in the operating room and on the table, one nurse asked me to pick a dream, and before I could respond I was OUT! Next thing I know I’m waking up in my room with nurses all around me trying to get me take deep breaths and come out of the fog that was my dream like sleep.
Now I’m hoping we can address the insurance issue. Now that I no longer have this pre-existing gall bladder condition, hopefully I can get off this crap insurance that was sold to me last year. The only good news is that my insurance will actually end up paying for some of this, the bad news is only because the bill is going to be around $13,000 and they cover everything after the first $5,000. That’s right, $5K out of my pocket for this little ordeal. Sometimes it makes me wonder if putting up with the pain would have been a better investment.
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It’ll pay off in the long run. You’ll feel much, much better than I think you realize. It’s very likely that I’ll have to do a the gall bladder thing eventually, too as both of my parents had theirs out in their 30s and it’s usually hereditary.