So I guess gall stones are hereditary...you get them from your wife. I woke up the other night(morning) at about 2:30 am, my chest caving in. Or at least it felt like it. After about 10 minutes of pretty severe chest pain, I figured it was probably gall stones. You see, with Amy having gone through the same thing a few months ago, with 3 trips to the ER, none of which produced a difinitive answer as to what the heck was wrong with her, I figured this seemed a lot like what she described when she had attacks. I found some pain pills from way back and popped a few. Nothin'. An hour later I popped another one. Still nothin'. At about 5:30 I found some different pain pills from Amy's attacks and popped a few. 30 minutes later I was out cold. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. The worst chest pain I've ever felt, for 3 hours non-stop, kinda sucked. There was no position that eased the pain at all. Now I carry an arsenal of pain pills in my pocket for easy access. If I feel an attack coming on, I pop 2 or 3 pills and head for home as fast as I can get there. I went to the Doctor and the Doctor said, "No more monkeys ju..." No wait...where was I??? Oh yeah, the Doctor said "Yep--one big gall stone." So when he gets back in town in 3 weeks I will be having my gall bladder removed. Oh joy. But really, it's no big deal. As he explained it to me, they just stick a big needle in your belly button, then infate you with co2 so they can see what they're doing in there. No big deal. I'd like to pass, but I'd also like to not have another attack. I really do have empathy for Dawson, Mallory, and Amy--I PROMISE. I don't need to have surgery to feel for them. Oh well, apparently somebody thinks I do. Really though, the gall bladder is a wonderful organ. When you eat fatty foods, the gall bladder puts some stuff into your stomach to help digest the fat. See, we were built to eat fat. Maybe since I stopped eating so much fat a year or 2 ago, the ole gall bladder felt neglected and wanted to remind me he was there. Well, I'll show him. See ya sucker. Bring on the needle and the co2--let's get inflated.
Ryan
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No, really, I don't blame him. It hurts worse than anything I can even imagine! AND I HAVE HAD 3 KIDS!!
This is really a blessing, because Ryan will have the surgery on Nov. 8th. He will then have his follow up appointment after surgery and all just short of the end of this year. That means Insurance pays the bill, as we met our maximum out of pocket on January 1st. (Dawson was still in the NICU) Soooooo, with babies doing a lot better we know next year might get a bit expensive for us, if anything else comes up.
Hasn't Ryan always had a high drug tolerence?! My first memory of Rayn was watching him run out of Jeff and Lynne's old house, with his "skater duds" on (he was wearing a DRI shirt, later I asked my mom what DRI stood for and she said 'dorky rude idioits' I believed her) Anwyay.... I remember Ryan had a sore throat or something, and he had a bottle of cloraseptic in his hand (remember the disgusting throat spray that was suppossed to numb you past the point of feeling?) Instead of spraying the cloraseptic in his throat, he just took the lid off and drank the whole bottle. I'm sure he actually had a sore throat and the 38% alcohol had nothing to do with him drinking the entire bottle.....ha ha! I thought he was the coolest thing since sliced bread....DRI shirt and all.
okay (Ryan & Amy), you both know what I am thinking here. just imagine my expression, my witty words, and keep them close to your heart :)
HAHAHAHA! I knew you would appreciate it!! You are funny!
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