Friday, March 31, 2006

Attack of the Icky

So, OK. I haven't posted in a while. I hate 'fessing up to things like this, mostly because I like to remain in denial for as long as possible before hiding under the bed hissing and spitting when the time comes for me to go to the doctor.

Hey – my cat didn't learn that behavior on her own, you know!

Thursday I had another Episode of the Something. After suffering a couple days, I saw my doctor and got a tentative diagnosis of acute cholecystitis, which in English means my gallbladder is on the fritz (wait…is 'fritz' German?).

It's been going on for a while now; I've been calling my symptoms "food poisoning" for about a year, because I've always had something to point to as the cause. "It was that strawberry shortcake I had at Applebee's" or "They must not be refrigerating their mayo at Jack in the Box" or "How come nobody else got sick from drinking this obviously contaminated orange juice?"

So I've got a bunch of tests and stuff to determine just how bad things really are; my doctor feels about 80% sure I'm going to be getting my gallbladder removed in the fairly near future, and about 75% sure we're going to have to do it the old fashioned way (e.g., the eight-days-in-hospital slasher special as opposed to the neat outpatient minimally invasive way) due to all the scar tissue I'm lugging about from All Dem C-Sections.

In the meantime, I feel like crap.

And that's enough about that. But posting is undoubtedly going to become even spottier than housework, because I have barely enough energy to deal with work, and patting my children on their heads in the evening. Everything else has definitely dropped way down the old priority list…

What a pain.

Also, may I just ask: why is it that the first response we have to such things is, "I don't have time to be this sick!" As if the doctor will then say, "Oh well, in that case! We'll just reschedule your gallbladder failure – how does January 2015 work for you?"

(If only…if only…because I don't have time for this right now…or in 2015…or ever, really…)

8 comments:

21st Century Mom said...

Poor Tama! That is such a bummer. I really hate it when my body lets me down and with all I've done for it!! How rude!

I hope they can take care of you the quickest, easiest way possible.

Keep us posted

Moira said...

YOU make sure you let us know if we can help...

goodstuf3 said...

Awww, Tama. What a monumental pain in the you-know-where! I really hope there's a good resolution. Take care...
-goodstuf3

Myownigloo said...

Ow!

Hope this is all behind you soon.

PipneyJane said...

Oh Hun! I'm so sorry.

Wish you better soon.

- Pam

Very Herodotus said...

This is some kind of epidemic, I swear. You are the fourth person (female, with kids, pushing 40) I know who has suffered this. It's really bizarre. And it's really really hard. Feel better lady. I'll be thinking of you!

--Trudy

PipneyJane said...

In reply to Trudi, the 5 main risk factors for gall stones/inflamed gall bladder are:-

- Fair (white skinned)
- Fat (OK, Tama doesn't count)
- Female
- Fertile
- Forty

So, sorry Hun, but it's 4 out of 5.

- Pam (who spent the weekend wondering if her recurrant IBS might be her gall bladder)

Judi said...

Oh, that really is stinky! I'm sorry. I hope you feel well, and that you don't have to stay in the hospital for EIGHT DAYS!

But, if you do, just pretend it's a vacation!