This week I’ve got several guest bloggers coming by to share stories with you while I’m having my gal bladder removed.
I’m a little nervous, even sad.
We were close.
We did everything together.
I have a high pain tolerance and am prepared to be uncomfortable, bed ridden, and punctured. I’m not concerned about the actual surgery, it’s after and my poor responses to prescription pain medication that I’m worried about.
Aesthetic, morphine, and any type of pain medication stronger than a Tylenol turns me into a babbling lunatic. BUT… in my head I can tell I’m being a psycho, I just can’t turn my mouth off.
My mouth and body think my actions are hilarious while my brain is begging for control.
Morphine has caused me to tell my mother-in-law that her necklace was beautiful, and then shush her mid-sentence to exclaim loudly that it was windy.
Aesthetic has made me tell my surgeon, after her completing a scope to look at my gal bladder, that she was driving fast (the gurney) and then I loudly told myself and everyone in the room to shut up.
Pain medication makes my lower half feel like cement and my brain and head feel like a hot air balloon floating through the air. I giggle like a teenager and can not be responsible for children, animals, or myself. I spontaneously pass out and have no control over my emotions.
I’m sure there are people out there who would be excited about these symptoms.
I like to be in control of my body.
There is one drug that I enjoy and I promote.
My friend Epidural.
Anyway, because I’m the true to life blogger that I am I will still be writing while on meds.
I can’t keep you all from that comedy.
See you in a week and enjoy the guest posters!