Monthly Archives: August 2013
Meeting of the Minds, Revisited
So I met with the liver transplant team yesterday, though it was really just one doctor, the social worker and a care coordinator. It was a productive appointment, but only because I made it so. I think I made my … Continue reading
Boloby.com
It’s official: You can now access this blog via Boloby.com. I haven’t had a proper URL in about eight or nine years, since the final days of my old band. I probably should have done this earlier, but at least … Continue reading
Meeting of the Minds
So I’ve got an appointment this Wednesday to see the liver transplant team at Jackson. If you read my surgery story, you’ll recall that it was one of the team’s fellows who told me not to worry about pain management … Continue reading
Surgery Part 8: No Place Like Home
You gotta be kidding me — this can’t be happening. OK, so maybe it can, but I’m accepting it only with great reluctance. After four days of feeling relatively normal following the paracentesis, my insides were acting up on the morning I was … Continue reading
Surgery Part 7: ‘Just Gas’ My Ass!
“Omigod, omigod, omigod … No … stop!” Yep, that was me again, in a scene similar to the first bed transfer hours after my operation. It was Thursday afternoon, a week and a half later, and I was in the imaging … Continue reading
Surgery Part 6: Ouch, Again
At the very beginning of this story I described waking up on the morning of my surgery: “I was frozen. Stuck. The pain wouldn’t let me move.” That episode lasted about 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour. Well, … Continue reading
Surgery Part 5: Movin’ On Up? Not Quite
Things were looking good on Saturday. I was told I’d be moving to a proper room later in the day, and the doctors were very happy with the rate of my recovery. They didn’t tell me this, though. I just … Continue reading
Surgery Part 4: Eye See You
“Nurrrssse! … Nurrrssse! … Nurrrssse!” I woke up Thursday morning to the sound of silence, finally enjoying having my very own room in ICU. The door was closed, and I was flipping through channels on the television, something I didn’t have … Continue reading
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