All this running around and I didn’t even get paid for it. This has probably been one of my busier days in months, and there’s already two more days this week I’m assured of losing paid time on. But it’s all for the greater good of keeping my personal sanity and my health.
Today’s big event was yet another trip to Palisades Medical Center to have my insides photographed by hulking machines emitting funny noises and radioactive beams. All this just so one of my doctors can have a few snapshots of kidney stones three and four on their trip through the highways and byways of my internals. For these photos I also had to regiment myself yesterday to an almost completely liquid diet and ingest a mixture of pills, powders and other less pleasant medicines to help “cleanse my system”. Nothing like having to run to the bathroom every 15 minutes until 2 am to prepare you for an early morning, huh?
My internal plumbing woes aside, the rest of the experience was fairly painless but still a bit interesting. Today was training day for a few of the techs and I became the subject-non-gratis for the exercise in x-raying. I would have asked for a student discount or something like you’d expect to get at a beauty school, but since my insurance company is picking up the tab getting discounted service is quite far from my mind.
After that there was a massive amount of running to and fro, taking care of some long neglected errands and a quick stop at Weehawken city hall to try and clear up a parking ticket that I received while in the midst of getting my town-issued parking pass. That will all be cleared up tomorrow when I present all my paperwork, but it won’t be the only reason I visit that classy building overlooking the Lincoln Tunnel. Seems as thought I’ve been issued my first subpoena relating to a little car vandalism suffered a month or so ago — the exact date escapes me since I never actually saw the act. My driver’s side wiper arm had been completely ripped off and I didn’t find out until long after the act. When the subpoena arrived, my mind linked it to my parking ticket long before it ever crossed my mind that the vandals were actually caught. Big props to the Weehawken P.D. on this one.
But the big event this week will be me going under the knife Friday afternoon to have my ill-tempered Gall Bladder removed, along with the offending stone it has grown. The timing couldn’t be better, because the little bugger is now starting to make its presence known more frequently with little stabs and jabs of pain here and there. Best to nip this delinquent behavior in the bud. Sure it’s claimed to be a relatively minor surgery, done all arthroscopicly, but still this will be the first time anyone has cut into my body and actually removed something. I’m a complete set today in good condition; by this weekend the set will be broken. Good thing I’m not a set of trading cards. This is a 95% certainty right now simply waiting for the hospital to confirm the appointment my surgeon has made.
Hopefully I can make some good use of the bed rest I’ll be forced into yet again this coming weekend and get a head start on some of the few freelance projects I’m starting to line up. Then again, I might just find myself playing San Andreas all weekend. Either way, I’m sure I won’t be bored.
Tags: Personal
Down with your gall blader!!!!
Hell yeah! Down with the offender! The countdown is down to just hours at this point. So, Mr. Gall Bladder, any final words?
Yeah!!! Fuck your gall bladder, fuck it in its stupid ass!!
I am offended. Furthermore, I miss my home, as well as my neighbors. I don’t know how i’ll be able to get on without Mr. Liver and the Kidney twins. Oh well, good-bye cruel world.
Hey, dont bring me into this! I for one won’t miss your freeloadin ass. All you would ever do is sit around on your fat ass and cause problems. Here I am , day in and day out, breaking my balls to keep things going smoothly and I gotta deal with your bullshit!!! I mean its not like you had a whol lot of responsibility around this place. I mean the pituitary gland has his work cut out for him!! All you had to do was hang out and fly below the radar, but you could not even manage that. I am disgusted to call myself an internal organ. I say good riddance to you. Now if I could figure out how to get rid of that lazy appendix…
Fuck You Liver! I know where you live. Why don’t you ask your girlfriend, Spleen who she was with last night. Boo-yeah!
JERRY!!!JERRY!!!JERRY!!!
You might be right Mike: Springer might be the only one who can bring my insides back into line here. I just can’t seem to keep my insides in anymore. They all seem to be growing voices of their own, and I’ll be damned if I can guess what will come out next.
This certainly would explain my it feels like my abdomen has been doing cartwheels the last week or so.
Ya know, appendix it doesnt suprise me that you have taken up with the spleen. After all you have plenty of free time being as you do not do anything. I guess it was easy for you to cozy up while I was busy expelling toxins from Andrew’s body. All I am saying is don’t forget what happened to Jesse’s appendix. It wasn’t pretty.
I knew it! Somehow I always knew the deal with Jesse’s appendix was some kind of ordered “hit”. Damn you guys are ruthless!
Well, I can’t say I am supprised. I mean, come on, why would an internal organ just burst for no reason. It makes you think. What kind of world do we live in? What are MY organs up to? You never can be too careful.
Organs: the terror within.
Is this insanity going to stop at the organs, or should us other functionless body parts be worried too? This little piggy is going wee wee wee all the way to the witness protection program.