Mark is Home…

I'm not blogging on my iPhone while lying on a gurney getting an Ultrasound like I was this morning. I'm at my computer in my house and writing this makes me really feel like I'm back. There will be a post here in the next day or two about Hospital Food and it will not be pretty.

If you wanna know what happened: I had my gallbladder removed last Friday and they sent me home around 6 PM. I was feeling fine…a little tired but fine. Scroll back and see how much I posted here that evening. Saturday, however, I was in agony for a condition in my legs. Was it a result of the gallbladder surgery? I didn't think so and the doctors I talked to via phone on Saturday didn't see how it could be. One of them was the surgeon who did the surgery.

Sunday, the pains were so great that I had to do something. Around 6 AM, the lady staying with me said, "Call 911, have them take you in" and she was, of course, right. There were no other options short of honorable death or ritualistic suicide by disembowelment…but you have to be a full-fledged samurai to do those things and I never finished the course. So I had my second ride this month in an ambulance and when I finally got to see a doctor, it turned out to be a very wise lady who decided it was a series of muscle spasms…and DO NOT WRITE TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCES WITH MUSCLE SPASMS. I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR MUSCLE SPASMS AND I DON'T NEED ANY MORE ADVICE IN THIS AREA. Thank you very much.

The proper medication was prescribed and taken and soon the pain was going away. They kept me over until it was gone and I was up and walking…and that, pretty much, was that. I wouldn't wish those couple of days on anyone but I have to say: Every single person I encountered — every doctor, every nurse, every administrative person, everyone holding a mop or pushing me in my bed from one examination room to another…even, maybe especially, the firemen who came when I called 911…was friendly, patient, understanding and good at what they did. It made the experience a lot less painful.

I'll write more about those days in the coming days. Thank you for your patience.