Under the Knife

Oh, bummer! My little gallbladder has to come out, after all. :( My surgeon called last night when I was on the bus home. I decided to answer it because I was expecting a quick "Everything looks great!" and I would say, "Wonderful! Merry Christmas! See you next year!"

Unfortunately, the call didn't go like that. Yes, my little gallbladder earned a gold star for the first part of that hida scan, but bombed out on the second part. Off with its head!

My respective surgeons, gallbladder and GYN-stuff, are going to coordinate surgery dates so I only have to go under the knife once. I'm tentatively scheduled for 1/26, but now that we know the gallbladder has to come out, I'm going to see if we can do it earlier in the month. That way, I don't have to have the date looming ahead of me, wondering if the g/b will turn wicked painful before the end of January, requiring immediate surgery and thus blowing my coordinated surgery efforts. Because if I had g/b surgery alone, I wouldn't be in any hurry to have another elective surgery, and I really want to get it all done.

Anyway. Enough "oh look, it's January, it must be time for Julie to have another surgery" talk. I wonder if I'll have the surgery on the anniversary of my sleeve surgery? ;)

Let's talk about boys. They are so much more interesting than gallbladders. I had dinner last night with the Capricorn, and it was very fun. We met at the same little pub we met at the first time, and had the same waitress, who remembered us, and by now we're all good buddies. It was a very nice evening, and I was glad, because he seems awfully stressed with work and life issues, but last night it was just pure relaxing and fun. And that's how mama wants to spend her free time. :)