{"id":410,"date":"2012-04-24T21:31:08","date_gmt":"2012-04-24T11:31:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ddixondotme.wordpress.com\/?p=410"},"modified":"2012-04-24T21:31:08","modified_gmt":"2012-04-24T11:31:08","slug":"tuesday-24th-april","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/?p=410","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m alive"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/not-well.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/not-well.jpg?w=300\" alt=\"\" title=\"Not well\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-466\" \/><\/a>I could hardly take credit to finally waking up and discovering I survived the operation, as I&#8217;d been woken up about a hundred times during the course of the day. <\/p>\n<p>If it&#8217;s not the physio who wants me to give 3 almighty huffs followed by a cough, 2 laps down the hallway (it dawned on me why my mum called me turtle) &#8230; and then 3 deep breathes every hour &#8230; or the nurse who needed to refuel the drip &#8230; or the food delivery service guy &#8230; or the pair of nurses where one reads my wristlet band while the other hands me a dose of pills &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I could possibly give sleeping a go.<\/p>\n<p>My son Ben, bless his heart texted me from downstairs to let me know that he had purchased a Cappuccino. Great, the very last thing I want right at this moment. So I chugged it down with appreciation. Thank you son.<\/p>\n<p>Later tonight the surgeon came in to evaluate my condition and suggested I could be home tomorrow. I just knew the extra lap would pay off, no pain no gain, yup that&#8217;s me. He also left me with a couple of Polaroid shots of my chest cavity, explaining in detail the story behind each picture. I accepted his version that the foaming gue was infection, but did he have to burst it while it was still inside me with his soldering iron. <\/p>\n<p>I was seriously wondering if that was an &#8216;oopsy&#8217; moment.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/gallbladder.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/gallbladder.jpg?w=300\" alt=\"\" title=\"GallBladder\" width=\"300\" height=\"166\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-478\" \/><\/a>The white sausage like piece of meat is the Gall Bladder and apparently the shape and size of this one suggests it&#8217;s filled with explosive devices, so the surgeon is careful positioning it for the right camera shot. Immediately below it and surprisingly, that&#8217;s my liver, the surgeon said that it looks very healthy. I feel sad that the months of alcohol abstinance must have turned it into a monastery. Cheer up old fellow, I&#8217;ll have a glass of wine after this.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to upload another groovy pic of the gall bladder oozing all of it&#8217;s bubbly goodness, but the family jeered and boo&#8217;ed at this proposal so I was left to battle my conscience. Do I upload it for the shock value or for educational purposes? I&#8217;ll sneak it onto the blog at a later time [insert evil laugh here].<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I could hardly take credit to finally waking up and discovering I survived the operation, as I&#8217;d been woken up about a hundred times during the course of the day. 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