I've got my hospital appointment

To have my gallbladder removed today. 19th May, fucking shitting myself.

youll be ok chips.

chips wrote:To have my gallbladder removed today. 19th May, fucking shitting myself.

Fuck that....I'd tell 'em to get fucked.

chips wrote:To have my gallbladder removed today. 19th May, fucking shitting myself.

Thats horrible chips , hopefully the worry will be far worse than the actual event, which will be straight forward and quick to recover from.

Thing is I have to have it done, as the gallstones are having an effect on my liver.

chips wrote:Thing is I have to have it done, as the gallstones are having an effect on my liver.

TBH I would be crapping it as well.

what can you do though?

Just have to see it through I guess.

I've had an op on my leg/ankle when I broke it 20 odd years ago, but it didn't matter then, I was young and going to live forever. Not so sure about that now.

chips wrote:I've had an op on my leg/ankle when I broke it 20 odd years ago, but it didn't matter then, I was young and going to live forever. Not so sure about that now.

I think the only way to deal with such matters is to focus on a period in the future when you will be better again and totally healed

I suppose. Cant think rationally about this for some reason.

chips wrote:I suppose. Cant think rationally about this for some reason.

No, I would not be able to either.

You cant be rational about such matters on a personal level.

When you get worried, just fix on a point that comes after the op , and work towards that imo.

what else can you do? the worry will be worse .

If its on the 19th of May

I suspect we can look into the future to a few days after and see some threads like

"Yay , welcome back chips "

"Glad to see it all went well"

The mortality rate for women is half that of a man. Every cloud eh?

Are they doing it keyhole?

You'll be fine, Chips.

You can't do owt about it if it's gotta to be done.
Just try keep occupied up to the event (east to say, I know!!) & it'll be over in a flash.

GL

Bert wrote:Are they doing it keyhole?

I think so.

Actually I just re-read the letter. The op is not on 19th it's the consult.

Then don't stress if you can. Easy to say but keyhole surgery is by and large a walk-in walk-out procedure. You'll be done as a day case, out the same afternoon provided you have a piss after you come around.

A good tip for anaesthetic is when you come around afterwards and they ask you if you know where you are, don't say "In Madison Square Garden getting the shit kicked out of me". I did that once, ended up on a psych ward for eight weeks. They didn't admit me, I just had to entertain the inmates for being as the consultant said "a funny fucker". I ended up escaping through a tunnel I'd been digging behind a picture of Rita Hayworth, stole the consultant's shoes and set myself up with a boat. Hang on, that's Shawshank. What the fuck happened to me then?

Bert wrote:Then don't stress if you can. Easy to say but keyhole surgery is by and large a walk-in walk-out procedure. You'll be done as a day case, out the same afternoon provided you have a piss after you come around.

A good tip for anaesthetic is when you come around afterwards and they ask you if you know where you are, don't say "In Madison Square Garden getting the shit kicked out of me". I did that once, ended up on a psych ward for eight weeks. They didn't admit me, I just had to entertain the inmates for being as the consultant said "a funny fucker". I ended up escaping through a tunnel I'd been digging behind a picture of Rita Hayworth, stole the consultant's shoes and set myself up with a boat. Hang on, that's Shawshank. What the fuck happened to me then?

Bert wrote:Then don't stress if you can. Easy to say but keyhole surgery is by and large a walk-in walk-out procedure. You'll be done as a day case, out the same afternoon provided you have a piss after you come around.

A good tip for anaesthetic is when you come around afterwards and they ask you if you know where you are, don't say "In Madison Square Garden getting the shit kicked out of me". I did that once, ended up on a psych ward for eight weeks. They didn't admit me, I just had to entertain the inmates for being as the consultant said "a funny fucker". I ended up escaping through a tunnel I'd been digging behind a picture of Rita Hayworth, stole the consultant's shoes and set myself up with a boat. Hang on, that's Shawshank. What the fuck happened to me then?