I'm home. Pain is okay when I'm not doing anything, but can be excruciating when doing some things. Worst is sitting up from bed. I have to find something I can make to help with that. If something falls on the floor, it's going to stay there, because bending to pick it up isn't going to happen. Coughing and sneezing are very unpleasant, too.
Mostly, I'm frustrated because I'm going through all this for nothing -- I still have my gall bladder. My mom is getting bad about not comprehending thisgs, too. She has it stuck in her head that I called off the surgery. I keep telling her that the surgery happened, but is just wasn't successful. Then a few minutes later, she asks again, "So, they didn't do the surgery?" I think in the back of her mind she's thinking I can now come "home" for Christmas. Her mom was exactly like this late in her life. I'm starting to understand the frustration my mom felt with her mom.
I have a follow-up appointment with the surgion in a couple of weeks. I'll ask him for a detailed review of WTF happened. He is very well respected, so I don't blame him. I just want to know the chain of events that led to where I am right now.
As for a transplant, I have one excellent doctor recommending I be evaluated for it, and another well respected doctor telling me I don't qualify for one. Obviously, a liver transplant is a life-changing procedure, so asking me what I wanted to do two hours before surgery on Monday was not something I was equipped to deal with. I'm going to need a whole lot more information.
CD