one organ less

I am on day three. Carefully coughing up the phlegm residue from the stomach tube I had inserted during anaesthetics takes time. Also, laughing hurts. My abdomen is full of air, I can tap it like a drum.

Of course, I showered a day too early and while I was rinsing my hair, could watch the blood seeping into the compress underneath the waterproof covers I had so carefully pasted over it. For a moment, I felt guilty and thought about using the hair dryer but thirty minutes later, R had delivered me to the GP. They just smiled politely while cleaning and covering it and told me to behave.

In other words, the gall bladder has finally left the building. As expected and predicted, there wasn't a single trace of stone inside. Instead it was found to have attached itself to the duodenum, requiring some additional manoeuvres and we are awaiting pathologic workup of the why and how. When the surgeon mentioned a most likely autoimmune cause with chronic inflammation and ladida whatshallwecallit, I almost said, didn't I tell you. But I was the good patient and I thanked him for his insight. 

We are now watching The Narrow Road to the Deep North which has the most amazing soundtrack and is the saddest most depressing brilliant story, so no risk of laughter for me. 

When I got home last night, sitting in the garden was the best thing on earth. 

Here is another tigridia blossom.