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What a sad, sad state of affairs it is, when "same-old, same-old" includes a night in the Emergency room hooked up to tubes and dopey on demerol. Heck, it's barely even worth mentioning... so, Saturday night/Sunday morning aside, here's how I spent my weekend:

Friday night, my band played it's first "all ages" show to about 60 Surrey youth, at the Stardust roller rink. I'd had a gallbladder attack in the wee hours of Friday morning, and so I wasn't sure how the gig would turn out, what with my lack of sleep and percacet still in my system... but all in all, it was a lot of fun. We played pretty well, the sound was great (I got to use my new GK amp) and the kids really seemed to like us. After the gig, I made the mistake of buying a tiny 93 cent bag of plain popcorn, so a couple hours after getting home I had another gb attack. And, silly me, I made the mistake of taking my painkiller with water, which, natually, gave me another attack four hours later....
Fortunately, mornings are generally good for me, and the egg, english muffin, and cranberry juice I had for breakfast Saturday morning caused me no grief whatsoever. I spent most of the day practicing poker online, as Saturday night Carole and I had another tournament to attend! It started at 7:30, and we actually made it there a few minutes early, despite the place being deep in the heart of Surrey.
We were greeted at the door by our host and his 6 year old daughter, who was offering all the guests cinnamon heart candies. Not being able to say no to a child, I gracefully took a single cinnamon heart, popped it into my mouth and said thank you. Geez, you'd think I'd know better by now, eh? I actually got myself sat down at the table before the attack started, but BARELY got myself up again... This was a BAD one.
I clumsily excused myself between gasps for air, and asked Carole to drive me directly to Emergency. Poor thing, she had just opened a bottle of wine, and hadn't even taken a sip. I hope the rest of the guests liked the appies we brought, we didn't get to try them either...
So anyway, you know how the rest of my Saturday night went (I am curious who won the tounament though!) and I was out of the hospital by about 1:30 AM. I'm not sure if it was a new attack, or if the demerol had just worn off, but I had another attack at 3:30AM. Dang, I really gotta stop taking a coulple sips of water before going to bed... that'll get ya every time.
Only one attack Sunday night, but I nonetheless decided to take Monday off to catch up on my sleep and reocouperate. I worked on my home computer, I worked on some of the tracks that my band has been recording, and heck, I even played a couple videogames before making a nice, all natural, health, fat free borsht for dinner. I figured, if I can't eat have a bowl of fresh vegetable soup, then there's GOT to be a problem. Sure, the water I can understand - but soup's pretty safe, right? Nope. Another super-killer-major attack, another percacet, and another restless, breathless, sweaty, pain filled hour waiting for it to kick in. Fortunately those things work a lot better than morphine does, and I was actually able to lie back in bed and watch the 1960 classic Tora! Tora! Tora! before falling asleep.

So anyway, I went to work today. I even had a sandwich for lunch. I was pretty woosy and figured I could play it safe and have a yogurt, and then passout from malnutrition, or I could gamble of a healthy dill shrimp on rye sandwich and hopeto have enough energy to type a blog entry. So far, I'm okay.

I called the surgeon and asked if I could move my surgery day closer. He was free a full two weeks earlier, so now I'm booked for March 15th. That means we won't be doing the Oregon coast tour we had planned for Easter, but seriously... like I'd really want to be in the US and have another serious attack...
Better safe than sorry, and better sooner than later. Surgery is now in three weeks. Any bets on whether I last that long?