I followed my doctor's orders and consulted a surgeon. At least I made the attempt to consult a surgeon. The earliest appointment was three weeks after I called. I explained to the receptionist my gallbladder is only functioning at 10%. I also (for interest of full disclosure) told her about the hiatal hernia. She explained to me the doctor only works 9AM - 4PM (good for him) and said a three week wait was fine. A few hours later. SFO called with an offer. Realistically thinking, there's no way I could consult a surgeon, schedule a procedure, have it, recover, pack, and move in one month. Something had to be sacrificed, and since the gall bladder isn't working as it is, it was an easy decision. I mean it's not doing anything for me, and it may only be doing minimal work against me. Stupid thing.
I have not however, forgot about the "ticking time bomb" aspect my doctor mentioned. Neither have my parents or Jesse. I give you the same promise I'm giving them; I will get the gall bladder removed as soon as fiscally possible. My new insurance begins after 30 days. So - accounting for social time - we're looking at the beginning of November. In that time I will be more gall bladder conscious than I was when I thought it was pulling its weight. I will exercise and eat foods that are easily digested. As for the hiatal hernia (which means my stomach is creeping into my chest) I will not do overly strenuous lifting. I will eat small portions and stay upright afterwards. As you can tell, I've done my research. So let's all put worry about my innards on a shelf and get ready to move.
~ Danie D.
Courtesy of my Verizon PinkBerry
