When The Pain Gets Bad Enough, It’s Time For The Ole E.R. :(

And So…

…I Went There.

I. HATE. EMERGENCY. ROOMS.

Period.

I Was Simply In Too Much Agony To Avoid It.

😦

The Doctor I Ended-Up Seeing Was Very Sympathetic To My Plight.

I Suppose He’s Broken Teeth Before, At Some Point.

One Really Has No Idea How Bad It Hurts Until It Happens To Them.

I’m A Fairly Tough Guy.

I Don’t Let Much Of Anything Get To Me.

But When I’m In Pain Beyond My Limits Of Personal Tolerance

…Yeah…

It’s Time For The E.R.

It Turned-Out To Be The Fastest E.R. Trip I’ve EVER Gone Through.

They Had Me In And Out.

One Hour After I Signed In, I Was Headed Home.

Swift Service, Fo SHO, Kiddies.

And Now…

…I’m On Pain Meds Through Tuesday.

Blah.

I Hate Pills.

BUT…

…When They’re What You’ve Got To Handle Whatever You’re Dealing With…

…I Say Go For It.

I Think It’s Time For A Nap, Though.

I’m Utterly EXHAUSTED.

T’Was An Early Morning…

…And I’m Already Starting To Fade-Out.

I Sincerely Hope Y’all Are Okie The Dokie AND Coolio.

Please Be Good

Take Care

See Me Soon

And

Talk To Me Sooner!

Much Love To Ya, My Peeps!

😀

The Day Is Already Long… And I’m Already Thirsty Like A Mo-Fo!!!

Hey Kids.

How Are We Today?

Good.

Good.

Glad To Hear It.

Yeah.

I Know.

I Know.

T’Is Another Monday.

Universally…

…It’s The Most Hated Day Of The Week.

Period.

Especially Here In The Good Ole U. S. Of A.

And While I May Not Be Punching A Clock Today Like So Many Other Folks…

…It’s Already Shaping Up To Be The Worst Day Of The Week For Me As Well.

You See…

…It Was Two Years Ago This Month When I Had My Second Abdominal Surgery.

My First Surgery Was Back In 2009.

As It Turned Out…

…That Surgery Was TOTALLY Unnecessary.

My Doctors Had TOTALLY Misdiagnosed A Major Issue I Was Having…

…And They Decided To Take My Gallbladder Out In Order To Fix The Problem I Was Having.

As It Turned Out…

…My Gallbladder Was The Only Thing Keeping My Issue From Being Full-Blown-Horridly-BAD.

So…

…The Puking Kicked-In And It Kicked-In HARDCORE.

I Spent The Year Following The First Surgery Puking My Guts Up…

…And I Did So EVERY SINGLE PAINFUL DAY.

It Reached Such An Extreme That I Ended Up With A Hiatal-Hernia AND A Severely Damaged Esophagus.

So…

…In August Of 2010…

…I Had To Have A Second Surgery To Repair The Damaged Caused By Having Had The First Surgery.

Well…

…Now It’s Two-Years Later…

…And My NEW Doctor…

(...The One Who Ended Up Saving My Life By Discovering That My Problem Was A More Unique Medical Issue Called "BILE Re-Flux Disorder"...)

…Wants To Take A Look Down My Esophagus…

…All The Way Down To My Stomach…

…Just To See If The Repair Work Is Still Holding.

What Does That Mean For Me?

It Means NO-Food, NO-Water, NO-Nothing, Until AFTER The Procedure Is Over.

Starting At Midnight, I Was Not Allowed To Have Anything Of A Food-Like-Nature.

The Thing Is…

…The Reason It Makes This Day So Horridly Cruel On Me…

…Is That My Appointment Isn’t Until 1PM Today.

😦

Yep.

That’s Right.

No Food…

…No Drink…

…No Nothing…

…For OVER 12 HOURS.

:*(

I’m Already Hungry…

…And I’m Very Very VERY Thirsty!

But, Alas, All I Can Do Is Rinse My Mouth Out With Water.

I Can’t Swallow It.

What A Frickin’ Frackin’ TEASE From Hell!

I Can Take In All The Fluid I Need…

…I Just Can’t Swallow A Damned Drop Of It!

GRRRRR!

I Hate This Shit, Fo SHO!

I Tried Hard To Sleep-In, Today.

I Made Sure Not To Go To Bed Until I Was Simply Too Tired To Keep My Head Up And My Eyes Open.

BUT…

…I Only Slept-In Until 5:30AM.

😦

Sheesh.

So Yeah, Kids…

…Today Simply Sucks-Ass Already…

…And It’s Only Going To Get Worse Before It Gets Better.

I’m Irritable…

…I’m Touchy…

…I’m Hungry…

…I’m Thirsty…

…I’m Tired.

Yesterday Was Such A Great Day For Me…

…But I Made Sure It Would Be.

I Already Knew Today Was Going To Royally BLOW CHUNKS.

Period.

I Just Want This Over-With.

Yesterday…

…I Spent About 7-Hours Splitting Wood With My Father.

He Needed Some Help…

…I Needed To Get A Good Work-Out…

…So I Volunteered To Aide In His Work.

And I LOVED IT.

If There’s One Smell On EARTH That I Love Above All Others…

…Yep Yep Yep…

…It’s The Smell Of Fresh-Cut Wood!

So…

…SUNDAY ROCKED…

…And…

…MONDAY BLOWS HARD HARD HARD!!

Sounds Rather Fitting, Doesn’t It?

EXACTLY, My Peeps.

It Sounds Rather Fitting To Me, Also.

ANYWAY…

…I Hope Y’all Have A Damned Decent Day If Possible.

Mine Should Improve MIGHTILY Once This Procedure Is Over.

At Least I’m HOPING It Will.

I’m Already Looking Forward To Downing That First Bottle Of Ice-Cold Water.

That’s A BIG Ole FO SHO, My Peeps.

FO SHO FO SHO, Even.

I’ll Holla At Y’all When I Get Back Home Later This Afternoon.

Right Now…

…I’m Going To Call The VA And Find Out WHY They’ve Called Me Twice With Two DIFFERENT Times For My Arrival.

That Place Is Sooooo Damned Efficient.

NOT!!!