Just Got Back From GallBladder Stone Operation

Last Friday, my back started experiencing severe pain. I made the unusual call of going home early due to pain. It wasn't something I wanted to be known for or do many times. But I had to call it early. It was really painful. And for some reason, there was something different about it.

I went back to my clinic about 30 minutes away. It was a long drive, and part of the reason I was moving to a new apartment was to lessen the commute considerably. By the time I got to the clinic, I had vommitted at least once already. Shortly thereafter, the residing doctor realized I wasn't having an acid reflux disease again. He noticed it was the symptoms of gall bladder stones. He got up some test measurements and sent me off to the emergency room of the nearest hospital.

My current roommate drove me there, and at this point, the pain was just too much and there was no relief from it that I broke down. I was crying for the first time in my life because of something I had absolutely no control over.

I was admitted to the emergency ward and was treated with painkillers. Powerful enough to make you sleepy (and do other stuff as I would later learn). After that, I got an ultra-sound of my abdomen and was scheduled for an emergency gall bladder removal for the next day. All I could think of at this point is "Sweet!".

Haha, I didn't know if I was being naive or what, but I was happy that someone has finally realized there's something indeed wrong with me and that I needed to be checked out.

After that, I called a few people at work and told them I'd be missing work. Everyone was wishing me well, except my manager who's definitely not happy that I'll be missing work while there's a deadline. I don't mind. It's not like I can control what's happening.

I had called Paolo Aseron (who's in Oregon, about 4 hours away) and told him of my condition. He said a few things and we ended the conversation. The thing that I liked about my bed in the hospital was that I could control the level of pain killers I'm getting, up to a limit.

"Do I feel pain?" just click a button! W00t! It was that simple. Man, I wish life was just this simple... Anyway, because the pain killers were very powerful, I would be asleep most of the time. One time, I was woken up, and lo and behold... It was Paolo!

WTF?! How did he get here? He does not have any vehicle, but more importantly, why?!? Who, in his right mind would travel 4 hours 1 way to visit someone who's perfectly ok?

A few moments later, my new roommate just visited me! Whoa?! I told Paolo in our conversation to tell her I can't meet her on Saturday because I was rushed to the hospital that Friday. He told her of the hospital's name, and that's that. She took it upon herself to find me there. Oh btw, my new roommate is a pinay who has a fiancee.

Anyway, that was that. The next two days, I was just busy trying to stay awake and show up for the surgery and procedures. The nurses in Evergreen hospital are the best, most professional group of nurses I've seen in my life, and they deserve every penny they're getting, and even more. They'd really make you feel comfortable right down to the tiniest detail.

It didn't feel like a hospital stay, it felt like a hotel stay, where you just share a room with a guy named Bob and that you wear some pretty lose fitting clothes. Anyway, I had a blast, it's not something I would like to repeat again, but it's something I'm thankful for for having experienced.