Yet another new look, why you ask, because this template is easier to customize than the last. What does this mean to you? Not much at first, but it is easier to find bugs in the site and correct them. It loads slightly faster and it plays much better with the plugins that I use here.

Yes I know I still haven’t posted the rest of the surgery story, I had to put it on hold for just a bit. I have a paying web job to do and it is taking a lot of my concentration. I should have the harder parts of it done soon and be able to put my mind to more important tasks like babbling about my problems.

I had a follow up visit with my surgeon today. I am apparently I am right on track and healing as expected. News to me, but whatever you say doc. Someday I may be able to join the workforce again and have a regular job, unless of course the economy takes a further tailspin into the abyss. As it is there aren’t many jobs around here. Thank God for the web job and secret shopper jobs. At least I am eating unhealthily!

Ileocolic resection= removal of a small section of the small intestine and reattachment of small intestine to colon. (at least in my case)

This is going to recount the days that I spent in the hospital, including the moments up to surgery, it isn’t terrible exciting, but may prove useful for someone someday. I will be doing it in parts so as not to have one long rambling post.

12-26-08
The alarm started blaring at 4am, I was starving and still very tired. Becky and I got up, got dressed and set about the task of getting to the hospital. My surgery was scheduled for 7:30am and you are required to be there two hours early for check in and getting prepped. After check in we were sent to the waiting room where we, guess what, waited!  The wait wasn’t very long but it was unpleasant for me. I hadn’t eaten anything since the 24th and I tend to get cranky when I am hungry. They took us to a little room with a very small bed like chair and a few regular chairs. I got to put on my sexy robe at that time and lay down for a bit. Thankfully for Becky, there was a small TV in the room as I wasn’t much company.

People came and went for the next few hours. I saw nurses and anesthesiologists and more nurses and I believe a surgeon, although I have to admit I was a bit out of it from being tired and hungry. When the time finaly came for me to go to surgery, they asked me if I would be able to walk or if I needed a wheelchair, I walked. I remember walking into the very brightly lit room, I remember the pure abject terror that I was feeling. As I was lying on the table they were busy searching for veins for the I.V.  Soon they put me on oxygen, they were talking to me the whole while, telling me to relax. My heart rate was showing my panicked state. Then I was out.

I am not virtuous I guess. I have not heard anything yet from the surgeon. I am still hoping that they can fit my surgery in this year so I don’t have to meet my deductible again. Then of course there is the fact that I may not be able to afford to maintain my insurance after then end of this year. That would be a whole other problem. Cobra is kind of expensive!

I am not really able to be up for long periods of time now which has pretty much put any photography on hold. Unless I find something that I can shoot pretty quickly. I don’t leave the house for more than maybe a half hour at a time so I can’t even handle church at the moment, that one is really killing me. I have to reposition myself every few minutes in order to be comfortable in this chair, and after awhile that doesn’t work either. Like right now, I really want to go lay down but I really want to finish this post also.

I guess that is all I really have at the moment, I thought I had more in me than this, but apparently I am empty!

I appear to be posting for myself now. Readership has dropped to 1. Still getting tons of hits through Google, but none of those ever comment. I would love to say that if I offended someone I am sorry, but more than likely, I’m not. I do tend to say what is on my mind.

I still have not done the paperwork for my surgeon, there are six more days till the appointment. Which thing do you think will happen first?

Tried my hand at being a secret shopper today, not sure I like it very much. You have to remember a lot of things that you normally would not notice. Considering my memory is awful, it’s a wonder I can do it. Fortunately I am good at taking notes discreetly.

Have you noticed that as you get older your conversations start to become more intimate? Such as you go from talking about how many beers you had last night to how many bowel movements you had during the day. I actually came to this realization several days ago but waited an appropriate amount of time to post about it so that those involved in the conversation could just about forget about it till they saw it here.

Long time no content! I have been excessively lazy lately. I haven’t taken any pictures. I have been out of the house very little. Mostly I have just sat and home and moped. I still have a few weeks till I see the surgeon for my initial meeting. I have already psyched myself out and am scared to death! I haven’t even filled out the paperwork yet, maybe I should do that soon!

Oh well, short post!