Gallbladder Woes and Road Trips
I didn't realize that gallbladder surgery is one of the most frequent operations there is. I finally got mine out! It was a breeze and besides the effects of the anesthesia there were no other indications that I even had surgery. Oh! besides the bruising and incision around my belly button and the three other tiny cuts across my abdomen. The anesthesiologist put a mask over my face and said, "I'm giving you some oxygen." The next thing I knew I was waking up! I know there was a tube down my throat because my mouth and throat were a bit sore. I think I had an iv in my hand - I just don't remember.
Two weeks later I was at my gp's to get my staples out as per the form letter they send out to all gallbladder patients. And my doctor said, "there are no staples." I was glued back together! Well, I needed to see her anyway for other reasons so it really wasn't a wasted trip. We left right away to go to Regina and to see the older girls and their families.
We got as far as Vernon which is not very far. It meant that the next day was going to be a long day of travel. My appointment had been at noon so we didn't leave until mid afternoon. I don't drive in the dark very well so we stopped soon after sundown. We had decided to go a longer route. Read: detour, because Bruce thought the bridge in Sycamous would delay our trip. But we made it! The trip was worth it because of what was at the end.
We were suppose to wear orange because it was A Day of Reconciliation. But we didn't get the memo. I don't have anything orange anyway. So...
And it got cold.





























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