So lucky me, I spent last week in the hospital with lots of surgical teams telling me that my gallbladder needs to come out and asking why other surgical teams didn't already take it out and how tricky it's going to be to get it out now because of previous abdominal surgeries and all the lovely, lovely scar tissue that already exists.
I don't really have a question or need any advice, rather I just needed a place to scream into the universe how much this sucks.
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Hello WIGirl77.
You have come to the right forum to scream and shout about the world of ‘gut-wrenching’ experiences. We love a good rant and I have had a few in the past which have been accommodated and encouraged on this site, as we are all very familiar with the feelings accompanying such outbursts.
Needless to say, in the early days of having a stoma I was busy writing rhymes expressing my views. However, here is one which is more specifically targeted at the ‘rant’ and it’s benefits to the ranter. (That was ‘me’ at the time)
Best wishes
Bill
VENT A RANT.
I want to rant and scream and shout
and show my discontent.
I want to let the venom out
‘till all of it is spent.
So listen to me rant and rave
then you might understand.
The way you see me now behave
results from life’s crap-hand.
Sometimes I’m sick of all the shit,
the troubles and the strife.
I wish that I was rid of it
the pains and banes of life.
If my life was sweet and fair
I would not need to rant.
Because my life seems so unfair
I just need to decant.
Pour out my feelings one by one
and empty out my soul.
So anyone and everyone
can see in my hellhole.
It does me good to shout and scream
take’s strain from off my brain.
What better way to let off steam
it helps to ease the pain.
Life has been both cruel and mean
to leave me as I am.
So now I need to vent my spleen
as often as I can.
As I say, life has a way
of being most unkind.
A rant a day keeps life at bay
and lifts the troubled mind.
So let us all appreciate
the rant in all its glory.
For rants are so appropriate
to tell a bad, sad story.
B. Withers 2011
(in: My Ostomy World 2013)
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The only way I found out I had my gallbladder removed was from a recent CAT scan and recent hospital stay. I asked for my medical records when I left.
WTF? "Gallbladder absent." It reads.
Seriously...who TF took that out when I was sleeping??
I showed my surgeon the report.
Who actually did the ileo in 2016.
"Oh yeah, I took it out. We normally do that."
And you don't tell the patient you did that?? I find out 6 years later??
Yeah, it sucks like a Hoover Vac.
Seriously?!? That's crazy!
When I had to have mine out, the surgeon who did it was shocked I still had mine after everything.
