Been a helluva week over in Mambaland. Daughter has been giving me a crash course on Gall Bladders. Crazy little things those are. I’ve never been real sure what the gall bladder does. Truthfully, I’m still not real sure. I /do/ know… the evil little bastards can go belly up and turn on you. When they do it hurts like a muthafukka.
Poor daughter has been in serious pain since last weekend. I rushed her to the Urgent Care Clinic last Sunday morning where she spent a glorious day hooked up to IVs while getting poked and prodded and scanned having they every inch of her checked out. Turned out… she had an evil traitorous gall bladder full of stones.
Didn’t see that coming.
7 hrs later, they doped her up, and sent her home. They promised to have a doctor call the next day to set up an appointment to be seen so she could figure out what to do about the little ball of evil in her gut.
They didn’t call.
The ‘episodes’ got worse.
Tuesday morning contact was finally made. By noon, she was rushed to the hospital for an emergency surgery. Of course they assured us that this was a ‘simple’ surgery. That she’d be out and done and home that evening.
Is it just me… or does the word ‘simple’ in front of the word ‘surgery’ just seem stupid?
Unfortunately for daughter, she has inherited my inability to keep it simple.
The doctor got the evil little gall bladder out. But… there’s a problem. Apparently the evil gall bladder sent out it’s minions to fight the good fight after it died. Daughter has some kind of blockage and is still in a LOT of pain.
Simple surgery. Uh-huh. Right.
She’s still not home yet. She’s been hanging out at hotel hospital. This afternoon she gets to have them shove a scope down her throat so they can try to find the evil minion and remove it. If that doesn’t work, poor thing goes back for another surgery. Fingers crossed that doesn’t happen because apparently this one won’t be ‘simple’.
Thru all of this, poor daughter is just wracking up the medical bills. She doesn’t have medical insurance. We were trying to get her on the state health plan when this all started. Hoping she would qualify and they would retroactively take care of some of this. We met with the hospital insurance person who informed us that…. No. No they won’t. She should qualify, no problem. But (there’s always a but) apparently our state runs the health program on a lottery system.
A fucking health care lotto.
I thought the woman was yanking my chain.
Year 2011, State of Oregon, in the good ol’ U.S. of A…. and we are running this shit by fucking lottery draw.
Daughter and I are trying to ignore the money side of this shit. She’s still in too much pain and total sucktasticness to do anything but keep moving forward. Thank goodness they are even treating her while uninsured. Very thankful for that.
Anyhoo, ramble ramble… simple surgery isn’t so simple… and hopefully she’s almost fixed and can go home soon.
Worried mama is worried.
*sigh* Stoopid stoopid sucktasticly stoopid.