...all it took for me to finally decide to get my GB removed was having a 12 hour attack rather then the usual 4 hr attack...and u know its back when I - at hour 8 - cab myself to the ER...I don't care to relive that shit show of an experience...all I will say is next attack I will be at the ER in 10 mins and demanding drugs intravenously for 12 hrs...the end. I can only imagine itll take a year on a waiting list to get the sucker removed...so until then I will avoid avoid avoid GB TRIGGERS...which is anything good 2 eat.
The mood in the house this evening is - how shall I word it...awkward and silent...oh the joy...I am getting a lot of reading done at least...this Reena Virk murder book is fucking with my mind...See I could have been in such a situation as a teenager...I was a bully, fought a lot, was into psychological torture of my victims...even plotted a murder once that involved a bridge...I'd like to say I had the sense to not be so fucking stupid and shit as to go through with something so heinous...even then I did have a sense of right and wrong on a grand scale even if it did lack in the every day shit...The most fucked thing about this book is I can identify with the victim and the idiots who beat/killed her...it is most conflicting and mortifying...I am looking fwd to be done this book so I can read something a little less intense and real life...might go for the Maeve Binchy Irish Romance book I just got a hold of out of the laundry room book exchange.
During all this GB bullshit I missed 2 dentist appts...I don't MISS appts...I just don't so this is most bothersome to my already guilty conscience....so when I get told I may get charged a 50.00 fee even after telling them it was a medical issue it pisses me off a little...I am not sure I will go back there if they actually charge me...I don't recall signing anything saying I agreed to that cancellation fee thing...I don't recall signage in the office either...all I know is I won't pay it...if I willy nilly forgot b/c I was an airhead....ok I would pay it...but...they called me at 530 (my Thurs appt was for 5 pm and my Friday one was for 11 am)....I was high as a kite and agreed to come to the one I had booked for the following day but promptly forgot (dont get me started on why they split up the cleaning and the exam appts...it pisses me off)...anyway that's my sad story...
11 comments:
why awkward and silent?
OMG!!! 12 hrs of gallbladder hell!!! I'm glad you've finally made the decision to lose that nasty organ.
Mags - oh just because haha
Adele - I know...and im serious when i say if I have another one im marching 2 the ER 10 mins in and getting HEROIN! lol
gawd that sounds nasty. At least you'll get a sexy scar out of the ordeal!
I'll take her out next weekend if you really want rid of it.
they're good barbecued
Guy,,,will u use a rusty knife too?
Nope. I keep the sharpest and cleanest knife you'll ever see.
Hey, I fixed up a pro-lapsed cow once, so........
I detect u are comparing me to a prolapsed cow....
Ummm, no, that was not my intention. Merely stating that I have worked on bigger problems than a simple gall bladder removal.
Have you ever stuffed a cows reproductive organs back inside, and then sewn her up, in -35' weather? Piece a cake. Nuthin to it. I did puke once, but we were in a barn yard, so it was no big deal.
YOU WIN THE GROSSNESS AWARD!
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