The End Of My Gallbladder.

Last Monday I had my gallbladder removed. Everything went swimmingly. I stayed the night in the hospital at the request of my doctor since the surgery was late-ish in the day. I was told that my gallbladder was very blocked and removing it should help with the pain, the thing is I never had pain in that area (kidney pain which is how they found the gallstones). I asked for it to be removed because there were stones and I wanted to stop a gallbladder problem before it became one. Oddly enough there were only four stones the biggest one the size of a pearl. Dr C said he would give them back to me, as I requested at my follow up appointment. 

Now a week later I am feeling a lot better. There is very little pain in my stomach. Except at my bellybutton and the middle incision point on my side where my gallbladder used to live. It is still hard to get up and down and around mostly because my bellybutton lives in an awkward place on my body and I have to hold it to do anything like get out of bed. 
 
Saturday I felt a lot better and when I realised my neighbor was home raking and burning I decided to go talk to her. Two hours standing walking around and watching her rake made me quite dizzy and nauseous. I felt bad watching her rake so I stopped.  I had to go  in the house, so I laid down watched tv and became rather bored. Oddly enough I'm sick of laying around watching tv. I asked Mum if she thought I could go back to work this week and if I needed to see Dr C to be released back into the working world. She said see how you feel tomorrow. I went back to being bored. Lacey came over we watched tv ate subs played on facebook.com and pof.com on our separate computers while sitting maybe 6 inches away from another. Lacey went home at like 3ish after I went to bed because my bedroom was spinning. A sensation I am really getting sick of I tell you. 
 
When I woke up Sunday is was like 4pm. Such a pleasant time to wake up. I think I only woke up because Shawn's alarm was going off and he was sleeping thru it. I decided the day before that I was going to move my bed. I thought this shouldn't be hard all the crap I have is light and can be put on Colleen's bed, where my bed is now my mattress and just slide right on top of Colleen's bed and then there's just the frame and the box spring. Okay I was right about the crap. Easy to move. Sadly most of it textbooks that now live in limbo. Mattress easy too, it just slid on top of my blankets and pillows that were littering Colleens bed. Box spring check also easy, come on its a box of wood and strange fabric. The problem was Penny and Travis. Oh and the fact it was 80 degrees in here. And I was dizzy to begin with. Believe me I know I shouldn't have done this. I moved everything put my bed frame back together slide the box spring back on and realised I made the frame to small. I propped the box spring up against the wall (it was actually sitting on the bed frame) and began to alter the frame. An hour later after not being able to make it work and the box spring falling on my head, which caused Penny to jump up hopefully to save me, I grabbed the measuring tape. Only to come to the conclusion it was right the first time and  I am just an idiot. Frame fixed box spring on mattress on pillow on bed. Finally! Penny and I laid down. Sometimes she really is a nice dog. Penny kept me company til the room stopped spinning and I was able to get up and do some more cleaning. I quickly realsied I need the bookshelf by the tv to go in between me and Colleen's beds. That I was not doing. I knew I was going to get in trouble when Mum noticed I moved my bed on my own so adding a bookshelf was out. Plus that stupid thing is kind of heavy. I have  moved it enough. It will stay where it is until I convince Colleen it needs to be moved. It may never happen. After I put away enough stuff to not get yelled at by Colleen I laid down again. Cleaning is tiring especially when I probably shouldn't have done it in the first place. Colleen came home and tattled on me. I couldn't hear what Mum said but I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. And at 8pm I went to bed. 

Now it is VERY early Monday  morning. I cant do anything since everyone is sleeping. But then again there is nothing to do. I would have an NCIS or Harry Potter marathon if I had a multidisk DVD player but no. I am far to lazy to get up and actually change disks one by one. I am laying here in bed with my window wide open my  fan pointed at my face (so I don't sweat to death) my pillow on my belly since my computer makes it hurt and a dog on my left side and a cat on my right. Even if I wanted to get out of bed I'm stuck. And my blankets are strewn willy-nilly so I don't even know which ones Penny Travis or I have. I could potentially disrupt the entire bed ecosystem by getting up. 
 
Today I am going to call Dr C and find out if I am still supposed to be dizzy. And potentially be released back to the wonderful world of work. I think I can handle it. If I don't work more than twenty hours. Maybe. Hopefully.