I got my gallbladder out Friday. It’s Sunday- 5:00 am, and I have just started breastfeeding the babies again. The anesthesiologist said it would be fine- that nothing would get through enough to affect them. What an odd man. I was scared to death, had actually broken down in tears while Zach was gently joking about the table I would be laying on, and how I wouldn’t care how cold the room was. So I’m lying on said cold hard table, and the guy hands me a huge tube syringe and says, “Here, knock your self out.” Everyone giggles and I just cringe and shove it back. “Noooo!” When I woke up I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t cough without feeling a huge sharp pain in my left side, and I started crying again. Next day I come to find out I was premenstrual for the first time in about a year. Ah ha.
I’m still in a lot of pain. I could take more drugs, but they turn me into a zombie. Actually, worse- zombies can walk. My milk supply has been cut in half, and Mia is really having a rough time with me unable to pick her up. She throws little squealing tantrums- “Noooooo!” in a high pitched voice. Super-sonic pitched. Aaaand the drugs just kicked in. Night.