Today

In an effort to get a handle on my procrastination, I have decided that I will commit to more regular blogging ... one of these days.  (lol)

But for now ~ just an update on life.

I had my gallbladder removed a week ago Thursday and all went well ... piece o' cake (pardon the pun).  I decided to take both Thurs-Fri. off even though I felt like I probably could've returned to work on Friday.

I did return to work the following Monday and felt great - 100%.  No issues.  At one point in the day I had to go across the street to our main office building so I left my desk, got to the crosswalk and started to jog across the street.  I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I had surgery a few days prior, wasn't even thinking about stitches, etc. 

Well - one popped open.  Again, no biggy.  Until yesterday ~

This particular incision site - which looked a little angry by Wed. - was completely pissed by Saturday.  So much so that I began running a slight fever and the site was swollen, surrounded by a narly red ring and oozing (sorry, TMI).  Headed to a walk-in clinic about 30 minutes before closing (because I kept digging my heels in telling my husband I wasn't going to go - ha) ... and, long story short, walked out with a culture being sent to a lab to determine "what type" of infection took hold but with the diagnosis that I did, in fact, have an infection.

Hmph.

So - I'm taking an oral antibiotic 3x per day, along with a topical antibiotic 3x ... good news?  They were super cheap!  (ha)

The other good news?  When I weighed in at the walk-in clinic she said I was 131 pounds.  Not my personal ideal of 123 but ... hey, it wasn't 231 pounds now, right?!

That was one of the shockers after gallbladder surgery ... I stood on the scale on Friday and I was up 6 (almost 7) pounds!!!   I was soooo freaked.  Saturday?  Same thing - no, I take it back.  I was up an ADDITIONAL pound.  I had a lot of shoulder pain which was attributed to air (I'm told) .... and thankfully both the air and the poundage have worked their "weigh" out of my body and I'm now weighing about 4 pounds less than pre-surgery. 

Yes, I'm smiling.

Funny thing was - when I was given discharge instructions for 'wound care' I noticed at the top the lady typed in my weight as being 132.  I wanted that one pound that she added removed from my record!  When I stood at the scale she said (and I saw the dial @) 131.

131 lady ... 131.  GET IT RIGHT!  ;-)

(Funny - 3 years ago I would've given anything to see 132 on the scale ... but now ... I want at least 131.)

;-)

It's the little things ~

Happy Easter  ;-)