February 07, 2007

Two Surgeries, Six Months, No Problem

I know you're sick of hearing about my stupid kidney stone. Believe me, I'm sick of hearing about it, too. But after I ended up in the ER again on Sunday with crazy pain and vomiting, I decided I should move up my appointment with the Urologist and see if we have an aquifer in our backyard to supply all the water I need to drink.

I met the physician's assistant this morning (he's an old friend now) and he confirmed that my stone hasn't moved. While we were looking at my CT scan, he saw the doctor passing in the hallway and said, "Hey! Come in here and take a look at this stone!" I have to tell you, you REALLY don't want to be the patient who has a medical problem so bad/bizarre/awful that it makes one doctor say to another, "You have to see this". The doctor looks at it and when the p.a. informs him that the stone has been in that position since January 2, the doctor said, "Well, that has to come out now. How does your schedule look for Friday?"

And let me tell you, folks, he wasn't kidding around. I told him that my husband left town this morning and won't return until Sunday. This wouldn't be a huge problem if I didn't have a fabulous four month old, but I do! I told him I could call my mom and see if she could come in town. I said, "Well, I'll call her this afternoon and call you back and schedule an appointment." He said, "No, you'll call her now." He then led me into the hallway, dialed her number for me and handed me the telephone so I could call her.

To make a long story longer, I'm scheduled for surgery Friday morning. The doctor assured me that this is a routine procedure, that no one's ever died from it and people rarely have complications from it. I'm still scared. The good thing is that it's an outpatient procedure. The scary thing is that it requires general anesthesia. Of course, my only concern is the knowledge I've gleaned from one too many episodes of Dateline -- you know, those shows where they talk about the one person in ten bazillion who got general anesthesia but it didn't really take, so they were basically awake through the procedure, but couldn't say anything? Yeah, those are the things I worry about. I don't know why, though, considering that two Benadryl are enough to knock me out on most days. I should be worried that it'll take too long for me to wake up.

Argh! Surgery!

Posted by Kitty at February 7, 2007 11:37 AM

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