Signal to Noise

Well the gall bladder is gone. Hasta la vista, baby. What remains is pain and lots of it. Fortunately the nurses gave me some kind of girdle to wear home which helps quite a bit! Yes, I’m wearing a girdle. Shh. My belly also got shaved. Shh. They gave me some Vicadin but I’m trying to stay away from it so I can at least have cohesive thought during my recovery.

Incidentally they have some awesome drugs at the hospital including something the anestheseologist referred to as “happy juice”. Apparently this stuff is called Versed and it’s great stuff. I was told I said some pretty interesting things while on the happy juice. I guess I even named my gall bladder and told a guy who was in there for a torn ACL he needed “more happy juice” because he was “so big”. Perhaps it’s better not to remember these things. Then again, I do have a propensity for sticking my feet in my mouth. Let’s just hope *they* don’t have to be surgically removed.

A lot has transpired during my absence so I’m going to see how many blogs I can squeeze off before I’m back into the comfortable warmth of my living room couch. Thanks to those online who’ve been thinking about me during my adventure. As Han Solo said, “we’re not out of this yet”.