I’m going to have surgery to lose an organ in two days…
I guess that sounds a little bit dramatic. Well, it certainly was an unexpected series of unfortunate events. Actually, it was just one – and it ended up with a planned removal of my gall bladder.
Two weeks ago, at 2am, I was struck with a writhing pain in my abdomen that left me nauseous and curled in a standard fetal position. I ended up in emergency where I went through a series of tests including x-rays, ultrasound, and then the CAT scan – the white stargate ring that takes your body to another dimension. As the pain subsided thanks to a dose of a pain-killing syrup that happened to be stronger that vicodin, the ER doctor diagnosed me with a classic case of gallstones. Then, to my surprise, I was nearly scheduled for immediate surgery, before I put on the brakes and asked to slow down. Luckily, my case was not serious enough to warrant an emergency surgery.
After being discharged, I scheduled an appointment with my personal physician, where he recommended me to a surgeon – who happened to be a top-notch doctor- and according to Yelp – five stars (thank god, you don’t see much of those for doctors…). After reviewing my files, the doc showed me my gallstones on the CAT scan screen, and had recommended to have my gall bladder – an organ that I don’t need to live – removed. The surgery would take about 90 minutes and I’d be out of the hospital by the end of the day – with 4 holes on my body and a without an organ I don’t really need (will post more on the gory details).
Now, another thing that makes things interesting is that I’ll be flying to France for LeWeb where I’ll be tending to a Seesmic booth, and then heading to Bucharest to meet with our coworkers at our office. Fortunately, the doctor shared that the recovery time from surgery is expected to be enough for me to fly out to Paris. We’ll definitely see.
We could have scheduled it after my trip, but the surgeon was planning a vacation overseas the day I was scheduled to come back, so I would have had to have scheduled it in January. Judging by my medical charts, I could have waited to have it done then, but the risk was another potential episode of visiting the ER. So with the surgeon available on Tuesday – part of the juggle for scheduling was not just the doctor’s time, but also the surgery facilities. Lo and behold, we found a spot among the four that happened to fit the surgeon’s availability. So, Tuesday it is… Next, I’m going to a lab for an EKG test on Monday morning. I don’t even know what an EKG really is…
Update: So the EKG was pretty easy – as Nathanael Boehm mentioned – 15 seconds – got the results with a sheet of paper of a bunch of squiggly lines. A precautionary monitor of your heart. Should be fine.