Gall Bladder Gone

Last Friday went to the ER at the new Northwest Medical Center.  As I knew, the gall bladder had to come out.  The ER  doctor, Dr. Sheppard, advises me to have the physician on duty perform the surgery.  I ask Dr. Sheppard where the doctor is from and he REASSURED me this doctor was as American as one could be.  So I agree.

A few minutes later in walks Antonio Banderas.  Yum, yum.  He introduces himself, in a heavy Spanish accent, as Jorge I. Leiva.  I ask where he went to school and he replied Mec-he-co.  My mind screams, "Oh hell no".  I try asking other questions which he will not answer.  Then tells me, "I'm the one who asks the questions, not you".  Didn't I see a commercial the other day informing the public that we should ask questions?  The AMA advises that the patient ask questions.  Hell, this guy is about to remove one of my organs yet will not answer my questions!  I tell him I have a mother and daughter who need me.  Would he please take extra care?  Jorge looked at me and said, "I'll operate on you like I do everyone else".  He could have lied just to make me feel better.  Also his arrogance was so apparent it was appalling.

I ask Dr. Sheppard about my other options.  His reply?  Let Jorge do it or wait until after the weekend.  Geezzz.  So I go with Jorge.  After the room clears my ER nurse advises me that we have to get going,  seems as though Jorge is in a big hurry.  She gets lost on the way to the OR.  Talk about stressing.  She kept saying how Jorge is going to be pissed if she doesn't deliver me to his scalpel soon.  Come to find out Jorge was in a big rush to get out of there.  I was an unexpected surgery case.  But I am thankful the surgery did go well albeit, I truly believe I have more soreness due to his not taking more time.  A friend of mine said he must have jabbed the camera in then went to town.  Which brings up something else.  I'm wondering if he left the camera in my gut.  Everytime I sneeze I hear a "click, click".

I hate the tiredness that accompanies this malady.  Everyday at 2:30PM my body automatically ends up in my recliner.  Walking is suppose to be the best exercise and aid in faster recovery.  So far I have walked half a mile to a mile daily.  I guess I need to be more patient.  My friend went beer drinking 2 days after her surgery.  As she put it, "I'm having a great time.  Too bad my gall bladder isn't here to enjoy it".