Ben's Corner

So we went in today and I had a Big Mac.

And it was everything I hoped it would be. It was bloody delicious.

We had originally intended to go to the McDonalds on the main street, but when we got there we discovered that due to construction nearby they had to shut it down for the day. Not deterred, we went to the one in the Wal-Mart on the other side of town.

There I got to taste my prize, and I devoured it like a man stumbling upon a feast in the desert.

Afterwards, though, there were problems. We were going to walk around Wal-Mart so my mom could pick up a few things, and as a result of the combination of the sudden influx of food and my still-weakened condition, we didn’t walk much before I started to feel ill.

The problem with the effects of the post-operation is that they’re really hard to describe. Even as a writer I’m unable to come up with adequate ways to tell you what I feel happening in my body. Suffice to say, we had to leave Wal-Mart as I couldn’t continue to walk around, and we headed home.

Despite the ill-effects following eating the Big Mac, I regret nothing. It was indeed the most delicious thing I’ve eaten for many weeks, I loved it.

It’s also shown that I’m not as healed as I had thought I was. My strepthroat has cleared up, but I’m still in no condition to be going out and walking about for more than short distances. I question whether I’m even well enough to be able to walk to the end of the street to check the mail yet.

Still; delicious, obscenely fatty burger.

Last night went by really slowly.

I mean, I should have slept through it, especially seeing as I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before because of the damn carbon monoxide detector, but I was having weird dreams last night and when I got up to pee I was stunned to see that it was only three hours after I had gone to bed, despite it feeling like it should be near the end of the night.

When I woke up, though, my throat wasn’t as constricted, and it’s been getting steadily better over the course of the day, but there’s still a buildup of gunk in my throat and it’s still a bit raw.

I’m also getting my appetite back, which is nice. I’ve eaten more today than I have in the days since my operation. Tomorrow I’m going to try venturing to the next town over with my mom so she can drop some forms off, and we’re going to be going to McDonald’s if I feel up to it.

A Big Mac™ will never, ever taste so good again as it will when I bite into it tomorrow, after being unable to eat one for two months. I shall savour every chew. I will masticate passionately.

Hopefully I’ll get some more sleep tonight. Oww… I just sneezed and it hurted.

Well, I’m a little worse for wear but I’m still alive.

Went to the hospital at about noon, and got moved to a bed to get changed into those, er, breezy smocks and then sat there for about an hour and a half until the doctor was ready for me. I got wheeled down some hallways to the surgical ward and met the anesthesiologist, a really cool guy with a kickass beard who quoted John Lennon (”Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” with regards to my staying otherwise healthy but getting gallstones anyways). He walked me through what was going to happen, and then they pushed my bed into the operating room. I got an IV, got my arms and legs strapped down, and one of the nurses was like “okay, put this mask over your face and take some deep breaths.

I wake up four and a half hours later, back in the hospital room with four cuts in me and some pain.

I laid in the hospital bed for a couple hours and got some pain medication, then they said I was good to go and could leave when I was ready.

So I went home, slept, and have been laying in bed all day dozing and having pain.

I’m happy to have my gallbladder out, though, so I can live with the pain for a few days. I’m going to go lay back down, since my stomach hurts sitting up and I don’t want to be on the computer too long. Talk to you guys tomorrow!