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This has been a tiring week. I will be heartily glad at the end of the day.

Cliff had his gall bladder surgery on Monday and has been recovering at home. He's feeling much better than he did and expects to return to work on Monday. However, his pulmonologist's office has been driving him nuts. Last week he did a sleep study to determine if he has sleep apnea. He spent half the night on the sleep apnea machine and Cliff loved it. Said he had the best sleep he'd had in a very long time.

Cliff was not told then, but he was diagnosed to have sleep apnea and arrangements would be made to get him a machine. The office called on Monday afternoon and asked when he was having his gall bladder surgery so they could get the machine to him beforehand. Hah. Cliff informed them he had the surgery that morning. They were contrite and said they'd have the machine delivered the next day. Around 4pm on Tuesday, he called to check up on the status of the machine being delivered. Their response? "Oh today or tomorrow."

This irritated Cliff because he really wanted the machine. Wednesday at 4pm he calls again (at my urging) because the machine hasn't been delivered. The response, "Oh! Umm, your insurance doesn't work with the vendor we use. We have to find another vendor!" GRR. Nice of them to keep us informed! Cliff gets cranky and complains to me that if he WASN'T off work this week, that this business would be a major inconvenience.

I tell Cliff to call on Thursday to insure the process is still in motion. Cliff balks and makes noises about not wanting to call. I told him that unless he calls, nothing will be done. Squeaky wheel gets the oil and all that rot. I've been the one insuring he calls everyday 'cause he'd rather just let things happen at their slow, slow pace. But nothing gets done if you don't bird-dog the process. Experience has taught me that.

So Thursday he gets a call from the company that will deliver the machine. So hopefully today is the day. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. It will be really disappointing and irritating if the deal falls through AGAIN.


My put-upon mate

Cliff goes to see the surgeon today. Hrm. I should do a flashback to explain things.


Heh. Cliff's side was hurting and he went to the doctor and discovered he had a gall stone the size of marble. Though before he went, he kept thinking it might be his appendix. I mocked him and said in Schwarzenegger style "Maybe it's a tumor!" and told him to go see a doctor. That turned into him whining me into making the appointment for him. It seems everyone I know who feels pain in the abdomen thinks it's the appendix and it never is. Granted with Lynda it had been colon cancer but it still wasn't her appendix! (Binah note: I did not do the "tumor" joke to Lynda. We just told her to go to the doctor.)

Is an appendectomy some kind of romantic surgery? Oh the drama of dying from a burst appendix! Oh doctor! His side hurt and an hour later he died from a burst appendix! Such a tragedy! *sob*

I kid because I love. But evidently appendicitis would have been preferable to Cliff. He's decided a gall stone means he's getting old. I reminded Gramps that Kimmi had her gall bladder out when she was 33, so a gall stone is no indicator of impending dotage. He complained I was raining on his mid-life crisis parade, because after all, he was almost 50!

Me: Whaaa? Since when is 46 nearly 50?
Cliff: Well, my birthday is in May! You're only in your thirties! You don't understand! *not very serious pout*

Despite the squabbling tone, I was cheering him up. We talked about the things that are making him feel his mortality. As he'll be "almost 50" for years, I'm sure this topic will come up again.


I don't know if the surgeon will suggest taking out the gall bladder or suggest blasting the stone with whatever technology. I asked Kimmi about it. She said that she was told that since the gall bladder isn't necessary, doctors just remove it if it develops any problems. Kimmi had laparoscopic gallbladder surgery involving 3 tiny incisions and the gall bladder was pulled out through the one incision in her belly button. I wouldn't be surprised if the surgeon recommends this. If this is what the surgeon recommends, Cliff will probably stay home recovering for a week.

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