Tuesday, February 03, 2009

The gall!

So, my husband had to have emergency surgery this weekend to have his, and I quote his surgeon here, "Very Angry" gallbladder removed. That sucked.

What also sucked was sitting at home all day after hearing he was being driven to the emergency room (he was over an hour away at his grandfather's funeral. yeah), waiting for more updates while I played nursemaid to my children and unable to go be with him because of said nursemaiding.

Then, after waiting for six or seven hours, finally being able to go sit with him in the ER - where he was lying on a bed IN THE HALLWAY ALL FREAKING DAY - I then had to run back home to nurse my baby to sleep because she still won't take a bottle. (That just kinda sucked. I'd say a suck-factor of 3)

Oh, but then after going back to the hospital and waiting until after midnight to hear how his surgery went (Doctor vs. Angry Gallbladder. Doctor was victorious. Also, slightly full of himself because gallbladder was very, very angry. Grrrr.) I returned home, sent an email canceling our Super Bowl party for that Sunday, and then wearily climbed into bed only to have CC wake me up two hours later and then keep me up for two more hours because she was ready to PAH-TAY! Wheee! (Suck, suck, suckage. Suck-factor = 7)

And the suck went on - two overtired children who won't sleep, trying to visit husband in hospital but children were cranky due to overtiredness so that didn't work, begging children to sleep so mommy could just get a little rest before daddy came home and failing hard, husband not receiving all the care he needed because I wasn't there to remind nurses and doctors that, hello - you promised him more antibiotics and didn't give him any, and did I mention that my children wouldn't sleep which means I didn't sleep, which also means I've been working off of negative sleep? (suck-factor = reaching critical mass)

Also? We were told he can't lift anything more than 10 pounds for at least two weeks. That means no lifting the baby. *banging head on table* SUUUU-UUUUCK. (this suck-factor goes to 11)

But all that doesn't matter (much) because he's home and he's well and also more than slightly hopped up on Percocet. He lost one (very angry) gallbladder and gained a few more scars. He's alternately resting a lot and spending too much time working remotely. This weekend is slowly becoming just one more bad dream.

However.

Husband of mine? If you think for one minute that what would have been a relatively routine out patient procedure if you wouldn't have let the pain go on for so long is going to get you off the hook for taking care of the kids where you can or even picking up your damn dishes, you are sorely mistaken. They didn't remove your hands, bub. So if you are under the impression that I am going to follow along after you, picking up things in your wake... Let's just say your former gallbladder isn't the only thing that will be very, VERY angry. M'kay?

Now stop bogarting the Percs.

19 comments:

Peggy said...

Was it laproscopic (sp?) surgery? Either way, it takes a few days to recover.

I'd say after two or three days, the percs are all yours!

Heather said...

Hey, Baby D was ready to party this weekend too. I'd have sent her to your house had I known you were up anyway.

catnip said...

That is complete suckage! I hope he gets better soon so you get the help you need!!

Emily said...

Some serious sucking there on the suckometer scale! And I love the line about his hands - there must be a man-surgery equivalent of man-ful, non?

Hang in there and steal them drugs!

Yarasawat (BatGirl!) said...

You are so funny! I feel for you. I often don't send my husband to the grocery store even when it's necessary, let alone surgery! I know all about angry gallbladders, and boy did you have a brave surgeon (not!). But it really was a good thing, those angry gallbladders are dangerous (to Mr. C, not to surgeon). Where was it done and who took it out? Inquiring minds want to know. And _I_ would have given him all his antibiotics, I promise.

motherbumper said...

I don't know where to start with this one. Ummm do gallbladders actually growl.

Wish I was there to hand you something to wash down the Percs.

courtney said...

I totally agree that it sounds like that was full of suckage. Here's to fast healing for your husband and a much needed reprieve for you.

Anonymous said...

Erg! That's suckosity to the third degree!
He should have known better than to pizz off his gall bladder.
Ame I. in TN

jen said...

men are such babies. i don't even think we actually USE our gall bladders anyways. i mean, do we?

Avalon said...

Just a helpful hint. Lifting isn't actually lifting if the *item* Mr. C has to pick up is above waist level. Then it doesn't count in the *not allowed to lift anything over 10 lbs* rule.

So, if for example, CC were in a highchair......Mr. C could lift her without a penalty.

Always trying to help a girl out.

Blog Antagonist said...

Yowch. I feel for him. An angry gallbladder is the worst pain ever, worse than childbirth, believe it or not.

Still...

I sympathize with you too. Men are THE worst patients. They are bigger babies than the babies.

Patois said...

I was going to mention that lifting is one thing. Holding is something completely different. (Although wouldn't he just hate to have her kick him in the home of his former very angry gallbladder?)

I'd take a very angry gallbladder over a very angry you every time.

Arwen said...

Scars are sexy. Just remind yourself of that when you have to pick up the gallon of milk for him.

Amo said...

Wow. That does suck-o-la.

My best friend is in her 3rd trimester with her 3rd child and was just informed that the pain she's complaining of is actually an 'angry gallbladder'...who knew.

I will certainly ask her (after the birth) if that pain is truly as bad as the (angry) gallbladder as the prev. poster suggested.

I'll let you know. If I don't return, then let that be your answer. Heh.

kittenpie said...

OMG that totally sucks. At this point, the thought of having no real help and doing it alone for a weekend scares the crap out of me, let alone getting through the next couple of weeks. I'm raising a glass for you, hon. (and of course, I hope Mr. C gets better fast, too, but still - at least he gets to lie around and rest.)

Also - my commenting has been scattershot at best, but I'm getting better at coming around once in a while so while I've missed you, I hope I'll be better about dropping a note! I got to the 2nd page of posts and went HEY! I've read these already! It's not as bad as I thought! But still. Bad. So, well, sorry, T. *hangs head* Really am getting better.

Domestic Extraordinaire said...

That stinks. Glad to hear he is okay. But it still stinks.

mamatulip said...

Oh my god, dude, you win the SUPER DUPER SUCKAGE AWARD.

Hang in there.

Ruth Dynamite said...

Yeeikes! Such excitement! Sorry about the gall and the suckage, and wishing you a bit of a break.

fudgelady said...

De-lurking to send sympathy on your recent serious suckativity! Hope hubby's on the mend soon and you can get some me-time and sleep!!