Wacky Doctors

I had my gall bladder taken out today. It was interesting. I had almost talked myself out of it since I hadn't had a "major" attack since I was at the ranch after the Fourth of July reunion. Luckily, in the midst of writhing on the floor for six hours, I committed to Tyler that I would do ANYTHING to prevent that from happening again! I had this dread that I had passed all of my stones (since they already knew I had stones, they didn't do an ultrasound until just before the surgery) and I didn't actually need surgery. Anyway, it was good I had it taken out. The doctor said there were between 10 and 20 stones and I got to keep 3 of them =) All went well. I had a slight panic attack when they made me wear the mask for the drug (I am SO claustrophobic). Just as I was going through my breathing exercises, I was out. I feel pretty good, I think. I mean, it feels like someone yanked one of my internal organs out... but it's pretty good.

Poor Georgia and Gail have had quite a time with Tucker. He still won't take a bottle! I had hoped that he would get so hungry, he would eventually take one. But after I had pumped twice and he hadn't had a full, wet diaper all day, we gave in. Hopefully we'll both get a good rest tonight.

Since I'm having very frequent "dates" (doesn't that sound more fun than appointments?) with doctors these days, I'm finding something interesting. There are a lot of wacky people in the medical profession.

I found this out last Tuesday, when I went to the doctor because I had strep throat. The doctor was quite old (he started the Foothill Clinic) and upon entering the room, immediately started tickling Tucker. After a couple of minutes of that, he looked up at me and said, "Can I give him a sucker?" Huh? So you can rot the teeth out of his head before they even break through? Instead I just said, "Uh, no." And he realized I was a little taken aback and said, "I always have to ask. I like to give all babies I tickle a sucker. I would just love to get this little guy on the floor and wrestle with him." I realize Tucker is VERY interactive and was giving belly laughs and smiling, but seriously... this guy was too much. I almost wanted to ask if the "real" doctor would be coming soon as this guy might more appropriately have the job of office clown.

The other too crazies were in the hospital today. First, the nurse who weighed me said, "Now don't feel bad. That is good for having a 5 month old baby." Hmmm... I actually was feeling good before that point (I was a couple of pounds lighter than I expected). Oh well.

Then, the anesthesiologist and I took a walk back to the farthest operating room. As we walked along, he started whistling really loudly. I was just thinking how great it was that he enjoyed his job so much, when he says, "Now you whistle with me." I politely declined and then he said, "No, really. I want you to whistle with me." Again I declined and he said, "Why don't you like to whistle?" I could have explained that Neal was the whistler (remember our talent show act?) but I just said I wasn't really that good at it and wasn't feeling like whistling (I mean, come on... I know this surgery wasn't serious or life threatening, but I've only been under one other time for the D & C. That day I spent a whole day talking that I can't remember. Tyler told me this time he would be sure and ask me questions he wanted a frank answer to since last time he didn't know I didn't know what I was talking about!). So he just told me, "I really wish you would whistle," and we were FINALLY to the room. Boy, that guy sure does like to whistle. Thankfully, my surgeon is not wacky and he did a great job.

Okay, so I'm rambling. Good thing I'm writing this for my "journal" as I probably won't remember all this stuff tomorrow. Kidding, I don't think they gave me Versaid this time. So all is great and hopefully I can stay healthy now for some reasonable period of time!