Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Can you schedule it, but later in the year? Or is that a stupid suggestion? I can't really tell today.
I went to Urgent Care for steroids on Friday for this migraine. They helped for a bit, but it doesn't seem like it's really going away, and I can't decide whether to go back. And if I keep running out of ways to stop a migraine, I'm going to get super stressed.
I've been struggling with the same decision, Teppy. Though my hesitation has more to go with recovery time and check childcare.
Can you schedule it, but later in the year? Or is that a stupid suggestion? I can't really tell today.
I imagine that since I'm not an emergency case, like people who have a gallbladder attack, it won't be scheduled right away. But I honestly don't know. I can at least ask.
I've been struggling with the same decision, Teppy. Though my hesitation has more to go with recovery time and check childcare.
My understanding is that recovery isn't bad, though obviously that varies from person to person. And you have ltc to care for, like you said, so that's an extra consideration.
From all I have heard from friends who have had gallbladder attacks, you would not want to risk that, so get that thing removed.
When Hubby had his gallbladder out, back in the 80s, the pathology lab sent a nasty note to his surgeon asking why he was wasting their time by sending down cadaver organs to be tested. They were quite surprised to hear it had just been taken from a man in his mid-20s. The suckers do like to go bad.
I don't think I can eat beef anymore. It's got a weird taste to it. Oh, well, a life of chicken and ham is not a sad one.
It does seem better to schedule the surgery while you feel okay rather than having to do so in an emergency situation. If there is a non-surgical solution then by all means go for it, but if it is an eventuality then I suppose sooner is better.
The surgeon was super nice, which doesn't surprise me, since Awesome Doctor recommended him. He said that my symptoms are probably caused by my gallbladder, but since they're so atypical, he asked if I was willing to use myself as a guinea pig for a couple of weeks to change my diet and see how I react. I said I was totally in favor of being my own guinea pig.
I'm supposed to eat low fat for a week, which will be annoying but doable, and then the following week eat fatty foods and see if and how my stomach pain and nausea change. He expects they'll get much worse, which means the gall bladder needs to go.
Eating low fat won't be terrible, except no dairy or eggs. Boo. Fish is fine, though no shrimp or lobster (like I chow down on lobster all the time). No fried foods, but I generally don't eat those. He said olive oil is fine, and so are most nuts. So basically, a week without dairy or red meat and shrimp. There are worse things. (I say that now, but by day 2, I'll probably be wailing and rending my garments.)
Not the cheese! I would miss the cheese.
That sounds like a really sensible approach. Hooray for Super Nice Surgeon.
I went back to Urgent Care and got two shots, and man, the Toradol one hurts like a mofo. It burned almost immediately, and now I'm getting little zaps of pain occasionally. I don't remember this from previous Toradol injections, but it's been a while.
Also, they have to take my blood pressure manually because my heartbeat is quiet. Every time, they are weirdly emphatic about this. Like, "WOW, your heartbeat is SO quiet." I finally asked this time if I should be concerned, but apparently not.
Toradol totally hurts. I hope it helps!
Not the cheese! I would miss the cheese.
It's only a week. I have to keep telling myself this. (Actually, earlier this year I was wondering if I was lactose intolerant, so I stopped eating dairy for almost a week, and it was annoying -- apparently I eat A LOT of cheese -- but not horrible.) (I am not lactose intolerant.)