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No, I'm not dead.
So on July 14, I was a dried-up, quivering husk getting pumped full of liquids and painkillers. By July 17, I was getting my gall-bladder removed; it was so so full of gall stones that one tried escaping and got lodged in the bile duct. Gall-bladder complications run in my mom's side of the family and she was my age when hers was removed, so it's not too much of a surprise that this happened. The surgery was laparoscopic, meaning that the gall-bladder was removed through several small incisions in the abdomen.
I left the hospital this past Sunday and have been spending my time sleeping sitting up and living off of soup, fruit, and crackers. My stitches are now bruised and itchy and in another two weeks or so, I should be right as rain.
I've been greatly enjoying the Watchmen director's cut, which to my delight, includes "Possible homosexual" and "Is that man Jesus?" I sobbed during Hollis' death and still feel a great ache for Adrian. I wanna hug that man until he bleeds purple and let him know he did the right thing (as I'm sure Mr. Veidt is aware, but I still wanna hug him, dammit!). No Tales of the Black Freighter in this cut until the big fancy edition in December, which will consist of the director's cut with cartoon pirates appropriately edited in. I'm a whore for Watchmen, so I'll buy that copy too, but asking me to hold off on this film until Christmas is pure lunacy.
Star Trek gets released November 17. I already pre-ordered it because I'm an S/U fool and because there's nothing for me to do until early August except heal and order crap on the internet.
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Yeah, my sister-in-law had her gall bladder removed a couple of years ago, it was really bothering her, too. She's doing much better now.
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Other than my mom, both her parents had theirs out at the same time. Afterwards, my grandfather wanted to compare scars.
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