Morning Pops and all y'all. Thanks for the concern and well wishes.
Well, couldn't just be a simple procedure, the surgeon took one look at me that morning and went into overdrive to get another ERCP done. They usually do gall bladder removals close behind to keep more stones from going into the bile duct but mine was 11 days apart. I kept telling people I was still sick but the wheels just wouldn't turn fast enough.
When they got into me, they didn't like what they saw and my surgeon, today while performing another procedure, used the highly medical term "your gall bladder was a mess", this isn't the same doc that asked me "how honest do you want me to be"? That is the ERCP guy who talked to my son before coming in to see me post op to tell me they were concerned about what they took out and have sent that to pathology and it will take 5-7 days to get the results. This is the same guy that was concerned I had the same cancer that took my wife and he went into overdrive a little himself and got a first pass pathology yesterday that showed no cancer but I won't get the all clear until the entire report is done. He said the pathologist told him "looks like you guys caught this just in time, it was definitely headed for cancer and this guy is really lucky".
Taking my messy gall bladder wasn't enough, that wasn't content in just being a mess itself, it had to mess with the bile duct and not just once. The surgeon put in a drain that empties into a small plastic hand grenade looking thing that was supposed to provide suction but it was faulty and I had to keep deflating it every hour so it would work and stop leaking out of my side and try to keep from hooking the tube on the many knobs I have discovered in my home. I gotta say, seeing this stuff coming out of my body was not fun and I must have gone through 2 lbs of gauze trying to absorb what didn't get pulled into that plastic hand grenade. So I called the surgeon who had given me his cell number, which was a little concerning, I never had one do that before. He told me to come in this morning and he'd take the drain out.
That drain was like a knife in my side and I couldn't drive because the seat belt hit right where the drain came out of my body. Had to get my son back into taxi service and went and got that pesky drain removed. Doc Frazee, the surgeon, told me to take a deep breath and he pulled 6" of tubing out of me and patched me up. It was great to get that out but not to watch him pull it out. He said the color was good. I said it looked like thinned blood. He said "oh, there's blood in there". These guys are just little casual with my precious bodily fluids.
The pain now is tolerable so I am not on pain pills and am awaiting the pathology report. I did get one little attaboy from the Doc today. He said he and Cohen, who go by the nicknames of Goose and Maverick and everyone at the hospital seems to know this, had decided along with my prep nurse that I was the funniest patient they'd had. When they were both in to see me before the surgery, I told them they should call me Cougar because I am going to be out shortly. He said they're still laughing about that. I think laughing docs make better docs.