Well...here's to another post! Our Thanksgiving was very eventful....OK, it is always eventful in the Lundrigan family. Wednesday, Gordon took a few kids to the movies while I stayed home making stuffing and pies for the next day. I did not want to do so much cooking the next morning, so I was being smart and doing half Wednesday. When they got home, Gordon fixed himself a couple hot dogs and then continued to the couch to watch X-Men....he started not feeling very well and I asked him what he had for lunch...well, Big Mack at McDonalds...I said, "Duh!!1 Who in their right mind would eat there..." I told him perhaps
e.coli poisoning, but there were no symptoms other than severe pain in the right side. There was no vomiting or diarrhea which would accomany food poisoning. It was not his appendex as there was no pain in the lower abdomen on the right side...his pain was right below his right rib cage and it did not wax and wane...it was constant and sharp. After awhile he came to me and ask me not to leave his sight...I thought, "Oh boy...is he being a baby!" Once I realized he was putting his head in my lap and complaining, I decided to get on the computer and figure out what he had...I thought to myself, perhaps you are passing a stone, honey! He did have pain wrapping around his back, so I immediately thought kidney stones. But, the pain was relentless in the right side....that is exactly where the gallbladder is!! BINGO!! We both agreed with the symptoms! See, I should have gone to medical school like I wanted too...oh, well, I can pretend I am a doctor here at home until it is my turn to go back to school (I will be like the oldest doctor there and everyone will be calling me, "Mommy!") So, after a couple hours and after all the kids except Jeffrey were asleep, Gordon told me he could not handle the pain anymore. I said, "Ok, let's go...get in the car." He thought the car ride was an eternity...it is when you are in pain...remember labor pains....???!!! When we got there, I dropped him off at the door and I went to go park. As I entered the emergency room area, they waved me back and I find him sitting in a chair waiting to be admitted...I thought, "Oh come on people...this man is in pain and you are telling me he has to wait to get admitted." STUPID!!! Well, it did not take too long and then they stick us in a room until an admitting nurse asks what is wrong and takers vitals. (I wonder if he hated his job...would be kind of mundane....I would rather be where all the action is!) They took us straight back into room #6. The doctor came in and asked what brought us here and started pushing on his stomach and you should have seen his face when he pushed on the gallbladder...poor guy. Gordon's face was very pale and yellow...he looked weird! Gordon asked if it was the gallbladder and the doctor said, "I am thinking so!" Now, Gordon has never been sick nor has he ever been admitted to the hospital. The only time he has ever stepped foot in the hospital is to watch me deliver our babies or when one of the kids needed stitches....(that is another long novel!). The nurse came in and told Gordon she was going to start an IV so she can give him some medication to ease the pain. Gordon said, "What? You are going to put in an IV?" Poor little boy!!! He said, "I have seen my wife go through this and I do not want one." (I have very little...ok NO fat on top of my hands whenever I had to get an IV for delivering, I screamed...it feels like they are ripping my hand off...I would rather birth 100 babies than have an IV stuck in the top of my hand). It was not so bad after all...the Dilaudid made him feel great....sleepy yes, doppy yes!! So, while he slept and felt constant pain, I sat in the chair next to him starring at everyone walking by....we ended up being taken to get an ultrasound done and that was COOL!!! I could see the stones in his gallbladder and while he was kind of out of it, I was enjoying the sonography. (If I do not go back to med school or become a PA, I will head for sonography!) Sure enough, the doctor came to us and said he had several stones and he will need to have the gallbladder removed. He told us few try other alternatives, but within a year end up having surgery in the end. He said it was not an emergency so we were to call after Thanksgiving to schedule surgery. Well, Friday morning, I called the surgery center and asked to talk to a nurse because Gordon was still in a lot of pain and drugged up in bed. She said, they should have done the surgery then and that there was a surgeon on call...how stupid of that ER doctor to NOT bother him just because it was Thanksgiving. So, we are getting in tomorrow morning to see the doctor on call and be evaluated as to when he should have surgery. He is doing well...Thanksgiving night, he had been in so much pain, his father and another great friend gave him a priesthood blessing and abouty 50% of his pain left him immediately. He was able to sleep all night without waking up every 4 hours in relentless pain needing more pain meds. He is very tender at the site, but does not throw up every time he stands up anymore...he is tolerating a NON FAT diet and has been quick the trooper not being able to enjoy of the Thanksgiving's trimmings! So...until tomorrow it is:
