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not that any of you give a shit but i am updating this again. 8/31
Today is Friday August Thirty-First, Two Thousand and Seven. It is like 2:10 CST and in four days at this time I will be taking a shower, and silently praying, while i get ready for some serious shit. I haven't been feeling good for the past few days, I am felling better now. Wednesday I went down to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN to talk to the Surgeon one last time before my surgery. I had called him on Monday after seeing my local doctor to see if i should start on the antibiotics or wait until my 103 degree fever and ear pain got worse, his response was "start now, don't wait" I smiled as i told him i had already taken the pill a few hours ago. after seeing the small herd of doctors and being explained to the severity and fragility of my condition... again and thinking again how my body is being held together by duct tape and bubblegum. My surgeon described in a little more detail, I guess to; I don't know ... make me shit my pants in fear, right there. He described my Spleen like this:
"you have all these little veins that are helping to reroute your blood. they are normally the width of a hair, some of them have gotten as big, if not bigger, than my finger around. it is like an over inflated balloon, just waiting to burst." "as for the fever, I want to be sure that its nothing Serious, like an infection in your abdomen or any bleeding there causing your fever. your ear hurts its probably an ear infection, but you fell down the stairs Saturday why not just play it safe and get a Cat Scan, besides the last one i have is a month old now, it would be good to know if anything moved."
So i took the stupid CT, and that test bumped my pre-op eval. so now today I must drive the two hours down and the two hours back, again, to talk to someone about what flavor Jello i like. And after that I'll drive home and worry about the six to eight week recovery time, after having my chest vivisected and emptied out.
As far as i can understand, I will be the first in the tube Tuesday morning. At 6:30am there going to take me back behind the curtain to see the Wizard of OZ. I will be back there for Four hours, at the least. I should not need a blood transfusion, but I may. I should not die, but i could. so I sit here thinking of taking that last shower four days from now, as I get ready for bed and ponder on a shower before bed as well as the one when I get up. I have a headache, that i have had for a month or more now too.
not that any of you give a shit but i am updating this again. 8/31
Today is Friday August Thirty-First, Two Thousand and Seven. It is like 2:10 CST and in four days at this time I will be taking a shower, and silently praying, while i get ready for some serious shit. I haven't been feeling good for the past few days, I am felling better now. Wednesday I went down to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN to talk to the Surgeon one last time before my surgery. I had called him on Monday after seeing my local doctor to see if i should start on the antibiotics or wait until my 103 degree fever and ear pain got worse, his response was "start now, don't wait" I smiled as i told him i had already taken the pill a few hours ago. after seeing the small herd of doctors and being explained to the severity and fragility of my condition... again and thinking again how my body is being held together by duct tape and bubblegum. My surgeon described in a little more detail, I guess to; I don't know ... make me shit my pants in fear, right there. He described my Spleen like this:
"you have all these little veins that are helping to reroute your blood. they are normally the width of a hair, some of them have gotten as big, if not bigger, than my finger around. it is like an over inflated balloon, just waiting to burst." "as for the fever, I want to be sure that its nothing Serious, like an infection in your abdomen or any bleeding there causing your fever. your ear hurts its probably an ear infection, but you fell down the stairs Saturday why not just play it safe and get a Cat Scan, besides the last one i have is a month old now, it would be good to know if anything moved."
So i took the stupid CT, and that test bumped my pre-op eval. so now today I must drive the two hours down and the two hours back, again, to talk to someone about what flavor Jello i like. And after that I'll drive home and worry about the six to eight week recovery time, after having my chest vivisected and emptied out.
As far as i can understand, I will be the first in the tube Tuesday morning. At 6:30am there going to take me back behind the curtain to see the Wizard of OZ. I will be back there for Four hours, at the least. I should not need a blood transfusion, but I may. I should not die, but i could. so I sit here thinking of taking that last shower four days from now, as I get ready for bed and ponder on a shower before bed as well as the one when I get up. I have a headache, that i have had for a month or more now too.