Sensible: Another Word for Old
May. 19th, 2009 08:13 pmI hates it, I hates it I do.
Grumble, grump, stampfoot, and All That Jazz...
The background: I have a bum gallbladder. Same-day, laparoscopic surgery to have it removed is scheduled for Monday, June 1st.
elaine_brennan has been keeping me company through all of the medical appointments and tests of the last 11 days. It's been reassuring to have her readily at hand should the need for a quick trip to the emergency room arise. Fortunately, a low-fat diet seems to be doing the trick in terms of avoiding additional attacks.
After surgery, I'll be convalescing at
debgeisler and
benveniste's.
It's good, so good, to have friends.
I'm not thrilled about the gallbladder problems, but that's not what I'm grumbling about. Not directly, anyway.
The surgeon gave his okay for my trip to ConQuesT this weekend. There are no guarantees I'd be able to stay out of the ER, he reminded me, but if I felt like going, sure, go.
I left his office feeling like I was living the charmed life. Everything is on track for the surgery, and it wasn't going to mess with my trip to Kansas City. Yes, having to be super careful and only have a small taste of Jack Stack's Lamb BBQ and Sheridan's Frozen Custard would be a hardship, but it would be a manageable one. Seeing everyone and enjoying the convention would be well worth it. Having a bunch of fun between the health problems that led to the diagnosis and the surgery to fix it seemed like just the thing. Escapism R Us.
My euphoria lasted through the rest of last Thursday, all day Friday, and even into Saturday morning.
By Saturday afternoon, I was distinctly dragging. Energy, what energy? A restorative bath turned into an immediate need to lay down when I discovered just how wobbly I was on my feet at the end of it. Elaine brought me an English muffin with some whole fruit topping. (1 gram fat total) I hoped it was just a food problem after so many days of a sparse diet. Maybe it was, some, but I had protein later that night and was still utterly wiped all day Sunday. Likewise Monday, even though I was eating reasonably well.
malibrarian warned me to expect to feel like this much of the time between now and the time of surgery before I mentioned having any problems with energy levels and the like. Oh, joy. Not.
I gave myself one more day to be sure, waiting until after today's pre-surgery physical to take action on what I knew what the right decision.
lesliet_ma invited Elaine and I to the Garden in the Woods today and we enjoyed our midday stroll through the seasonal blooms. It felt positively decadent to have our own, personal tour guide. Thanks, Leslie!
My energy was reasonable through that and the picnic lunch we shared after our relaxed, mile-long walk. It was even fine through the physical, but it was hard to resist the lure of a nap when Elaine and I returned to Toad Woods. And now, I just want to sleep.
Last week, I figured I'd give myself until the moment I boarded the plane to decide not to go. After the last 3-4 days, I realized that the decision had flipped. Much as I want to go, it's simply not sensible to do so. At this point, there really isn't anything that can change that would make it sensible. Better to cancel now and give
npulsifer as much time as possible to find a replacement moderator for the blogs and fanzines panel that looks like such fun. Yes, I want to go to ConQuesT, but I want to go under conditions that simply aren't going to exist for me this year. Flying to Kansas City only to spend the weekend sleeping as much as humanly possible or completely wearing myself out trying to do even the basics would be nothing more than an exercise in frustration and annoyance with myself.
That's the best I could expect. Ending up in the ER and having the surgery in Kansas City or in Detroit would be worse. Catching a cold or flu bug that caused my surgery here to be delayed would be highly likely to screw up both my business and the rest of my summer. Given how run down I am, four flights and a weekend at a convention sounds like a sure recipe for that.
So, yes, I'm being sensible. Sensible is not fun. Sensible feels old. I've never been good at admitting or believing I'm human, that I can't do everything I want to do. Heck, if I had my way, I'd be at ConQuesT and at Plokta.con and at WisCon this weekend. And I'd not need the surgery, either.
As you can no doubt tell from all the whinging, I'm living in my cranky pants right now. I know I'm making a good decision, one that reflects and respects the reality that is my life at the current time. Usually when I do that, a reasonable measure of satisfaction accompanies the choice. Not this time. This time I'm just plain annoyed, dammit.
Onward.
Grumble, grump, stampfoot, and All That Jazz...
The background: I have a bum gallbladder. Same-day, laparoscopic surgery to have it removed is scheduled for Monday, June 1st.
After surgery, I'll be convalescing at
It's good, so good, to have friends.
I'm not thrilled about the gallbladder problems, but that's not what I'm grumbling about. Not directly, anyway.
The surgeon gave his okay for my trip to ConQuesT this weekend. There are no guarantees I'd be able to stay out of the ER, he reminded me, but if I felt like going, sure, go.
I left his office feeling like I was living the charmed life. Everything is on track for the surgery, and it wasn't going to mess with my trip to Kansas City. Yes, having to be super careful and only have a small taste of Jack Stack's Lamb BBQ and Sheridan's Frozen Custard would be a hardship, but it would be a manageable one. Seeing everyone and enjoying the convention would be well worth it. Having a bunch of fun between the health problems that led to the diagnosis and the surgery to fix it seemed like just the thing. Escapism R Us.
My euphoria lasted through the rest of last Thursday, all day Friday, and even into Saturday morning.
By Saturday afternoon, I was distinctly dragging. Energy, what energy? A restorative bath turned into an immediate need to lay down when I discovered just how wobbly I was on my feet at the end of it. Elaine brought me an English muffin with some whole fruit topping. (1 gram fat total) I hoped it was just a food problem after so many days of a sparse diet. Maybe it was, some, but I had protein later that night and was still utterly wiped all day Sunday. Likewise Monday, even though I was eating reasonably well.
I gave myself one more day to be sure, waiting until after today's pre-surgery physical to take action on what I knew what the right decision.
My energy was reasonable through that and the picnic lunch we shared after our relaxed, mile-long walk. It was even fine through the physical, but it was hard to resist the lure of a nap when Elaine and I returned to Toad Woods. And now, I just want to sleep.
Last week, I figured I'd give myself until the moment I boarded the plane to decide not to go. After the last 3-4 days, I realized that the decision had flipped. Much as I want to go, it's simply not sensible to do so. At this point, there really isn't anything that can change that would make it sensible. Better to cancel now and give
That's the best I could expect. Ending up in the ER and having the surgery in Kansas City or in Detroit would be worse. Catching a cold or flu bug that caused my surgery here to be delayed would be highly likely to screw up both my business and the rest of my summer. Given how run down I am, four flights and a weekend at a convention sounds like a sure recipe for that.
So, yes, I'm being sensible. Sensible is not fun. Sensible feels old. I've never been good at admitting or believing I'm human, that I can't do everything I want to do. Heck, if I had my way, I'd be at ConQuesT and at Plokta.con and at WisCon this weekend. And I'd not need the surgery, either.
As you can no doubt tell from all the whinging, I'm living in my cranky pants right now. I know I'm making a good decision, one that reflects and respects the reality that is my life at the current time. Usually when I do that, a reasonable measure of satisfaction accompanies the choice. Not this time. This time I'm just plain annoyed, dammit.
Onward.
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Date: 2009-05-20 02:57 am (UTC)signed, Sensible in New York
If you were at all three places, you would
Date: 2009-05-20 03:08 am (UTC)But you aren't. We will miss you. But there will be much fun next year.
It's okay you're in your cranky pants. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you because another friend had less-than-stellar issues with gall-bladder removal. Oddly enough it was almost the same time last year.
Get well as soon as is healthfully possible, heal and be healthy.
(And I'm in my cranky pants because this year is the most work I've done for ConQ in a long time... Next year I won't be doing this, Jeff and Eric O will be. yaay.)
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Date: 2009-05-20 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:39 am (UTC)Difficult as it may be to hear, that's a good thing.
Sympathies. I'm basically holed up for the next two weeks; no cons for me either. But I don't have your event in front of me. May you be successfully deGalled.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:08 am (UTC)Many hugs in advance of your surgery. One-day or not, my thoughts are with you!
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:18 am (UTC)Where do the years go? I know how they go -- quickly! quickly! But where?
FWIW, you'd love the Garden in the Woods. You'd utterly love it. And I'd love going there with you.
Re: If you were at all three places, you would
Date: 2009-05-20 05:22 am (UTC)Have a splendid ConQuesT 40! Thank you for all of the work you ended up doing for the convention this year.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:25 am (UTC)Yes, I've only been to one ConQuesT so far, but I know I'll be there next year and that's helping temper my disappointment at missing ConQuesT 40.
(I'm still grumpy. I wanted to be at both!
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:27 am (UTC)(Likewise you.)
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:30 am (UTC)I can't decide which would be worse, the man or the airport.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:38 am (UTC)Hmmm, now I'm thinking I need to find some bacon-patterned fabric for another kilt.
As for religion, I'd be debating between "Bacon Scientist" and "Church of Latter Day Bacon."
Be good (for miscellaneous values thereof) and get well quickly. Don't forget the dollar bills; the surgeons hate coins in the G-string (not a euphemism).
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:40 am (UTC)I do have a fun little coping mechanism in place if I come to after surgery and discover that I turned out to be one of the rare cases that they have to do the old way. The hospital has an once-a-day email delivery service for incoming emails to patients. If I end up having to stay there more than a single overnight, Elaine will let loose with the information of how to use the service and I'll take my satisfaction in letting them deliver a virtual mail bag full.
Like I said, it's good, so good, to have friends.
Love you. Always.
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Date: 2009-05-20 06:26 am (UTC)Re: Silver Lining?
Date: 2009-05-20 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 10:49 am (UTC)Honestly, I thought you were going to report that you were whining about deciding not to go because it didn't seem like a good idea to be so far from home. Anyone would have to respect that decision, and it's not the same as feeling actually unwell.
I haven't any idea if I feel low energy when my gall bladder is bothering me. I might, but I might not: I'll have to pay more attention. The only time I noticed such a thing for myself was when I skipped the BiL concert for feeling too dragged out to go (when I came home from Africa with "malaise" in March).
You're clearly better-read on gall bladder issues than I am, so if you're responding to a symptom, go with it.
K.
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Date: 2009-05-20 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 12:00 pm (UTC)You might want to check with your doctor about that, just to make sure.
Also, if no one's mentioned it, make sure you know what shape you liver's in. Mine was badly inflamed, which is one reason why I was sore for a week or so, while it recovered.
(Socks on?)
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Date: 2009-05-20 12:04 pm (UTC)Which may have been why I got the extremely attractive surgeon...
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Date: 2009-05-20 12:09 pm (UTC)But I also got a good chuckle outta deliberately putting on a ripped pair of boxer shorts before I went to wait for the ambulance...
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Date: 2009-05-20 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 12:14 pm (UTC)How 'bout this? We promise to make it up to you when you get here next year.
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Date: 2009-05-20 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 01:45 pm (UTC)Speaking from far-too-recent experience, laparascopy is Made of Win, because you're up and healing and walking in one week instead of in four. Silver lining? Enjoy the post-surgical pampering. *grin*
Wishing you a complication-free procedure and a miraculously rapid recovery! (And maybe we can TMI and discuss gallbladder vs appendectomy at Anticipation. *grin* )
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Date: 2009-05-20 03:17 pm (UTC)but
I had the laparoscopy a few years ago, and it's a piece of cake. They decided I was messier than they'd expected, so they kept me overnight instead of sending me home that afternoon.
And later, when I was telling my hairdresser about it, while I was in the chair, he reached into a drawer and pulled out the pictures of his own insides they'd given him as a souvenir when he'd had it. Talk about getting one upped!
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 04:13 pm (UTC)I suffered through one ConQuesT with a bum gallbladder, and I wouldn't wish that misery on anyone. You'll feel better after you heal from the surgery. I promise. Take care!
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Date: 2009-05-20 10:48 pm (UTC)As for the blogs and fanzines panel, the con-running panel I was on was scheduled against my brother's GoH speech so I asked
Hang in there!
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Date: 2009-05-21 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-22 01:58 pm (UTC)Simmonds is much the same though, like myself, he seems to have aquiried a little more ballast. He still teaches at his local community college and then hangs with friends on the internet in the evening.
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Date: 2009-05-22 02:00 pm (UTC)http://www.robertpasternak.net/pages/nakfactorium_novelties.html
And they are not greasy.
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Date: 2009-05-24 05:13 pm (UTC)what? you too?
Date: 2009-05-27 09:09 pm (UTC)I assume your surgery will be performed local to you as opposed to trekking east. Otherwise I'd be there if you were there long enough [making it an overnighter] with bells on. Lori and I echo everyone else's sentiments. And if you or you and Don go to the Garden in the Woods sometime in the future do let me know since it is a long walk or a short auto drive from home base. And possiby Lori could shift her schedule to join us.