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Aug. 6th, 2009 10:56 amMama is paying bills, and I've caught up with my fic fix, so I have time to update everyone. To that effect, we must jump in the way back machine to last week.
Last week, my grandfather had a gall bladder attack. Which is like a kidney stone, only in a different organ. Last January Papa also had gall stones, but that included a bonus where the stones were pressing against his liver and causing it to fail. But the stones were small enough that they could be passed, and his platelet count was way down and they didn't want to do surgery.
This time, he was healthy enough for surgery. Originally they were going to stick a very, very long surgical item though his mouth to get to his gallbladder. Everyone ( including other doctors ) went WTF NO! so that was the end of that. So they got a new surgeon, and this one my grandmother trusted because he preformed surgery on her many moons ago. There was a combination of the operating room being booked and trying to boost up Papa's health a little bit, but he went in on surgery on Sunday. The surgeons were going to do lasoptic surgery, but when they opened him up the gall bladder and surrounding area was inflamed, infected, and just generally icky so they opened him up all the way. The gallbladder came out, and since he was open they fixed his navel hernia.
Papa came out of surgery in the morning on Sunday, and was either asleep or non-lucid for the rest of the day. Obviously, Mama was up in knots. The next day, Monday, he looked better, but since my Uncle and his family were going to a science fiction convention, I came out to keep Mama company.
Tuesday I flew out to Shrewsbury. Wednesday Mama and I went to the hospital, stayed with him for a few hours, and came home. Early Thursday morning Papa called and said that he was being released today and that the hospital staff wanted to send him to rehab. Mama's reaction was, again, WTF NO, and made arrangements with my Aunt Linda to take him home. So we get to the hospital that day. Mama tried to help him from the chair to the bed and completely failed. So it was generally decided that he'd go to rehab. After several hours, some complications where Northborough was confused with Northbridge, they picked him up at 5:15 and carted him away to the short term rehab center.
And that's where we are. Well, actually, we're home because Mama is doing some things around the house and needed some time to chill out.
This is just the bare bones stuff. The more juciy details shall be recorded further in Flock. Though I do have to say that driving with my grandmother has to be punishment for something very, very bad I did in this or a past life.
Last week, my grandfather had a gall bladder attack. Which is like a kidney stone, only in a different organ. Last January Papa also had gall stones, but that included a bonus where the stones were pressing against his liver and causing it to fail. But the stones were small enough that they could be passed, and his platelet count was way down and they didn't want to do surgery.
This time, he was healthy enough for surgery. Originally they were going to stick a very, very long surgical item though his mouth to get to his gallbladder. Everyone ( including other doctors ) went WTF NO! so that was the end of that. So they got a new surgeon, and this one my grandmother trusted because he preformed surgery on her many moons ago. There was a combination of the operating room being booked and trying to boost up Papa's health a little bit, but he went in on surgery on Sunday. The surgeons were going to do lasoptic surgery, but when they opened him up the gall bladder and surrounding area was inflamed, infected, and just generally icky so they opened him up all the way. The gallbladder came out, and since he was open they fixed his navel hernia.
Papa came out of surgery in the morning on Sunday, and was either asleep or non-lucid for the rest of the day. Obviously, Mama was up in knots. The next day, Monday, he looked better, but since my Uncle and his family were going to a science fiction convention, I came out to keep Mama company.
Tuesday I flew out to Shrewsbury. Wednesday Mama and I went to the hospital, stayed with him for a few hours, and came home. Early Thursday morning Papa called and said that he was being released today and that the hospital staff wanted to send him to rehab. Mama's reaction was, again, WTF NO, and made arrangements with my Aunt Linda to take him home. So we get to the hospital that day. Mama tried to help him from the chair to the bed and completely failed. So it was generally decided that he'd go to rehab. After several hours, some complications where Northborough was confused with Northbridge, they picked him up at 5:15 and carted him away to the short term rehab center.
And that's where we are. Well, actually, we're home because Mama is doing some things around the house and needed some time to chill out.
This is just the bare bones stuff. The more juciy details shall be recorded further in Flock. Though I do have to say that driving with my grandmother has to be punishment for something very, very bad I did in this or a past life.
