Well, It's Gone

Welp, my gallbladder is now a memory as of Wednesday morning and right now life sucks. Besides my gallbladder being full of stones and sludge, the stupid thing was inflamed along with my liver. so now I have a drain coming out of me. It's not a small drain at this stage. It's a long ass tube with a bulb at the end. Funny thing is that any kind of bile or fluid is supposed to be going to the bulb. But right now, any kind of fluid that wants to come out, seems to come out around the base of the tube near an incision. I am debating on if I should be concerned or not. I am not smelling anything foul, seeing pus, not having uncontrollable pain or fever. Maybe the tubing is either blocked or maybe got dislodged. I will call the doctor and see what is the best way to handle this. It hurts to cough and it hurts to laugh and I don't even want to contemplate the pain if I have to sneeze.

What I want most is a shower though. Any kind of bathing that I have been doing is some spot washing. Washing my forearms, face and neck aren't exactly cutting it at this point.Bending over is pretty scary and a little on the painful side and the medical people don't want me to have a lot of water on my abdomen quite yet. Tomorrow will be the day where I actually put cling wrap over my stomach and see if I can clean myself off a little better. I want to really wash my hair and face. I honestly think that the tubing could have been a little on the shorter side of things. I think a plastic cup and a bucket would be the best thing for me. Let's just hope when I change the bandage to my tubing I can actually fit some kind of more thorough cleaning without someone having a fit.

I haven't been so interested in perfume the past couple days even though I did wear the smallest dab of Chanel no 22 parfum on the day of my surgery. I just applied it on the inside of my ankle. Some women don't leave the house without lipstick, some have to have earrings and I am one of those who has to have some perfume before I leave the house (most of the time). As soon as I get a better self care regimen down, I can really start to feel better.

Today, I had to order myself some pajama pants that don't exactly look like pajama pants and some slide on shoe because I know that eventually I will have to leave the house and all the shoes that I have have laces and if I can't tie my shoes because I can't really bend over to do it, what good are they? The pajama pants look like something that I would be able to wear out of the house to do errands and not look like a slob. If I can avoid looking like a slob in public, I will surgery or not. I honestly didn't really think the whole wardrobe thing out before my surgery. What was the point of getting clothes and shoes that I might not have really needed? So let's hope that what I ordered arrives soon.