Out Like a Light

So when it all started, it was heartburn. I honestly could not foresee actually LOSING AN ORGAN.

I had my surgical consult on Wednesday. And my pretty, young surgeon seems confident. Which is comforting. What was not so comforting was when he started to explain to me the laundry list of things that could go wrong, where all of the "if this happens" ended in "we'll have to open you up". Lovely.

The surgery will be laparoscopic, and yes, they're taking out the WHOLE THING. My gallbladder is "diseased" after all. And if everything goes as planned, I should end up with four small abdominal incisions.

I've really never been through a surgery before. ...I mean yes, there was the whole wisdom teeth thing that was not so pleasant. But this is a bona fide, knife-to-the-skin, out-like-a-light surgery with some young dude man-handling my insides. Needless to say, I am experiencing some slight anxiety.

The surgery is about two weeks away, and in the meantime I've been attempting to stick to the advised fat-free diet. (The gallbladder processes/breaks down fat, so eating yummy, fatty food makes the gallbladder work /contract, which in turn, causes me to curl up in the fetal position and whince at every breath). ...There are the off-limits foods that I could list, but I don't have the time. Instead, I'll list what is said to be ok: Chicken and rice. And salad....... Did you expect more? Yeah, me too. ...And I am advised to continue this diet temporarily after surgery. So at the very least, I can expect a to drop a little weight. .........Hey! THERE'S the bright side! (I was looking for the damn thing.)

Matt's staying home with me for the first four days after surgery. Hopefully this whole fiasco will prove my theory of being a slow-healer wrong. I swear! A bruise lasts at least two weeks (only after changing all sorts of pretty greens and yellows). And as tough as I'd like to think I am... I am fully and totally 100% nervous.

And you can't tell me I'm blowing a "routine surgery" out of proportion, because if you know me at all, you'll know that, to me, "proportions" are a foreign concept.