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You see my boy got knocked down yesterday at recess and had his head smacked pretty good. It was a total accident, the lil boy that did it was bawling harder then my son according to the Principal and even stopped by the house on his way home w/ his parents and told Coltin sorry. Anyway I don't play with head injuries, I don't care how minor they are; I have had my share of minor, mild, and severe concussions growing up (probably why I am so mean and crazy:P). At work my side was a constant ach and went to a sharp twinge through out the day.
We went to Urgent Care (a cross between doctor's office/Er). The doctor on call last night was our old doctor that kept telling me everything was in my head. Stupid fuck! He checked me out first and once he remembered who I was, he stated: " Iam such an ass! I am so sorry! I am going to have to start believing my paitents more when they say something is wrong!" Anyway he checked me out, was able to pull up last Friday's reports (in the same hospital system as my doctor on friday) and gave me a choice. It is my gallbladder he thinks. I could have gone in last night for a few scans, stayed over night and had my gallbladder out first thing this morning OR I can live with the pain with a mild dose of darvest, call MY doctor today and set up all the scans and date to have my gallbladder out.
Randy was livid when I come jaunting out of the back room because those that know me know what I picked!:D Sure I will jsut call my doctor and set up everything! Not with the doctor but with me! He knows I will put off calling the regular doctor to set up everything because I HATE MEDICAL PROCEDURES AND HOSPITALS AND DOCTORS! OH MY! Now that I know it isn't my appendix I am really not so concerned about it! I am good to go with Reiki, not eating fatty/greasy foods, and taking a darvest once in a great while (narcatocis don't help me much anyway-i have such a tolerance to meds and a high pain tolerance what is really the point in giving me anything).
So when I deciede to get off my ass and call the doctor here in the next few days, I will probably be going to the hospital to have my gallbladder removed. I am hoping it is done lazer like so I don't have to miss to much of work. Randy is again upset because that means I will be driving his truck because I wouldn't be in the condition to drive mine which is a stick shift!:D So in a round about way he is hoping they cut me open instead because he knows that will put me down longer then having lazer surgry and he can pawn me off on my sister or my friend T!
edit: My boy is okay. Just a goose egg bump, some brusing and a slight headache. We are to just watch his behavor and yay he is okay. Still an onery lil cuss!
