Home again, home again diggity ouch

I had my gallbladder removed. It sucked. Well, not so much the removal but the pain afterwards. They gave me just about every painkiller known to man and nothing was helping with the post-op pain. Finally they said "You can be in pain here or you can be in pain at home but there's nothing more we can do for you."

I chose home. This morning Jesse called the doctors office to see if there was anything else that could be done. The doctor was annoyed that I had been told to go home in the first place and told Jesse to take me in to the ER.

At the ER they checked me out. I had an x-ray, ultrasound and (for some reason I don't really understand) an enema. The x-ray and ultrasound showed nothing and the enema only served to make me more uncomfortable. They sent me home with pretty much the same advice as the post-op nurses gave me. "Stay here and be in pain or go home and be in pain." (I sort of think that at some point when you tell people that none of the painkillers you're being given are working that they start to think you're a junkie. It's a little frustrating.)

So now I'm at home. In pain. I'm annoyed that none of the painkillers worked for me but what can you do? I'm sure I'll be feeling better in a day or two. In the mean time I'll lay in bed and watch 30 Rock on Netflix and eat Haribo Raspberries. What morphine can't fix, gummies and Fey will.