I had to see the Surgeon this morning. He’s running diagnostics on my good kidney, Lefty.
Pancho(righty)is a jerk. He’s been sickly for a good 6 mos. We’re evicting his sorry ass.
I got to the inpatient place and promptly started freaking out. I was about to take off running. The lil’wrekker and her BF got me calmed down enough and they gave me Valium. I was good after that. It seems I did a bunch of talking while doped up(I told you I have secrets;)). Oops.
They put me asleep with proponal (I guess). Zap. I was down.
Doc got a biopsy and they re-did my PICC line and upgraded my Insulin pump while I was down. I wish I realized how much they were doing. I coulda planned for a teeth cleaning and a hair cut, as well. A girl needs to be informed of these things.
I have no memory of recovery or the ride home.
I’m home now, eating pizza.
I’m being kinda bitchy at the moment. I think it’s expected of me. I’ll get nice again after I take my pain meds.
My side is sore and I feel alittle ache-y allover.
I’ll get results and surgery plans next week.
The lil’wrekker has stepped up, DIL is outta town.
Sleepy now.
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hugs and good vibes It sounds like sending Pancho packing will improve your overall health. It’s no small surgery, of course, but I have no doubt that your family and medical team will help you get through it.
Hoping the best for you, Beck.
Sending gentle, not squeazy, hugs and affection.
Did you blab about your Doper pals?
YES! The lil’wrekker was astounded.
Also, we can all expect restraining orders in the mail next week.
My biggest problem is I’m saying Doper names. Some of these names sound silly said aloud. They think I am insane, well…I am, but I’ve faked them out for many years. The padded cell is in my future.
Best wishes on the surgery. Gotta take care of that kidney.
I’ll be thinking of you and sending my best wishes for your surgery.
Get well soon. I know Sonic misses their faithful corn dog customer.
dogbutler is a perfectly ordinary name!
But glad you’ve got pizza.
Thank you, Acey- It seems I was crying for corndogs on the ride home. I don’t remember it. The lil’wrekker is a tough cookie, she didn’t give in to my plaintive wails. (She’s a meany-head)
The mean ones are often the ones who have your best interests at heart. Hope all goes well.
Hoping for the best, Beck. Don’t let that bad bad bad Pancho get you down.
Now what about those corndogs?
Doctor sez lay off sodium. Sonic is a human salt-lick.
Are you sure?
I cannot be totally forsure. I was pretty wasted.
Kinda still am. It’s not working out to my advantage, I have to say.
But didn’t you already know that, like the rest of us with kidney problems?
Next time you’re loopy because of your meds, that’s the time to post!
Hope it goes well for ya, Beck.
I was given new diet restrictions when my right kidney failure became apparent last month. I am doing better, on that.
My nutritionist is another meany-head (:()
I’m ouch-y this morning. Bad sleep. I dreamt of a mean dog chasing me.
No appetite. So I gotta force food down. I really hate doing that. Yuk!
I’m hoping to catch up on my sleep today, I think I will be a-bed most of the day.
The lil’wrekker got up with cats this morning at the crack of dawn. She was not amused.
And the cats are giving me the cold shoulder. Little brats.
Have a good New Years eve, y’all.