I had a hundred bladder stones, the doctor said. He took ’em all out… via the tiniest hole in the male body. I came out of the anesthetic feeling like a car had hit me.
And then there was a lot of diddle about the wrong pharmacy to keep us from going directly home this afternoon.
No, I can’t keep track of all the medical interventions that have been proposed for me. I can listen for maybe 20 seconds before it all turns into babble and mush. Sorry, but I can’t help it, I’ve always been this way. Among my very first words were “Go away!” That was my response to the family doctor. Back then they still had family doctors.
Let’s see if I can salvage this last half-hour of the day.
I can fully understand and sympathize with you on this. I HATE being in hospitals, or even clinics. Boy, what a chore. I am still praying about all this and I have personal problems to pray about too. I feel like a walking dead or something. Don’t even know how to describe it. I hope we will both be finished with all this garbage very soon.
Amen!
My understanding is that the break up these stones ultrasonically, which makes things a bit better. Nonetheless, anesthetic always leave you feeling quite out of it.
So glad you are back home. Prayers for you and Patty always.
Think of it like this, Lee: you’ve crossed one more hurdle and there’s only one still ahead of you. Intestinal surgery is no fun, but the healing process doesn’t usually take all that long. Hang in there, buckaroo, you are making serious progress.
You left out the broken hip and the prostate. There might be more that I’ve lost count of.
You’ll get there.
I continue to pray for you as you go through step after step toward completion. I know the frustration is great, sometimes almost greater than the actual physical suffering. But so much is behind you now. The Lord will uphold you and carry you through the rest.
He’s got His work cut out for Him: I’m a wreck.
Continued prayers for you and Patty – may God have mercy on you.
We pray for you, too–every day.