A few points on brooding… Greta Garbo-style

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After recent events I’ve been keeping to myself.

I too, seem to be ensconced on the sofa. But instead of my hands being genteelly folded in my lap, they are skittering over this keyboard. I have draped myself here in a manner most regal, I do not like to be pinned to one spot, I like to move…but sometimes, darlings, babies, doves, that is not such a good thing. Although I had been told to rest, even pleaded with to do so, I employed the Vickie-Knows-Best maneuver and oh did I pay for it, so I am resisting my natural inclination to bounce off the walls and taking the advice of both my body and those who care for me by striking a Garboesque pose.

My darlings, do you know what a gallbladder looks like? Here’s a drawing as the photos are quite appalling:

Screen Shot 2014-09-22 at 12.42.58 PMThat big organ, like an umbrella over the green menace (a.k.a., Mr. Pickle) is the liver. Now the liver does everything (and more) that Mr. Pickle manages, and yet it doesn’t develop stones or have to be plucked out in the middle of the night by able surgeons. Like the appendix, the gallbladder is largely redundant.

It came as a reminder of how fragile we are to be attacked from within. I had been feeling somewhat “off” for a while but it was something of a shock to find myself experiencing a rapid sequence of events that would see my recalcitrant gallbladder removed and tossed in the waste basket. Oh, but the most interesting thing to discover was that there was scarring on the unpretty-looking-thing indicating it first got into trouble…even as long ago as last year! Although no one will really say. Golly!

Here are the symptoms, if you have them please seek medical attention and don’t be a dunderhead like I was:

Pain in the upper right abdomen, stabbing into the back.

Distention of mid-section.

Indelicate, but here we go: burping, nausea.

And in my case jaundice and fever, but it doesn’t happen with everyone.

Do you remember, way back when I started this blog? I was so reticent to talk about myself, and now I’m giving interior organs nicknames and talking about digestive problems. And, I’m doling out health care advice. My, my, my. The thing of it is, I am amazingly fortunate. I have a heroic partner who bundled me into the car at 2:30 in the morning and sped to hospital. Once there, the finely attentive doctors and nurses and lab techs eased away the pain with something wonderful dripped from an IV bag, they added healing doses of antibiotics, they scanned me, and prepped me, and in about 30 minutes they performed the surgery.

As to recuperating in the manner of Garbo, the doctors recommend gentle morning walks, no heavy lifting, very little reaching above your head, a light healthy diet, fresh air, plenty of sleep, and lots of fluids.

So here I am, kind of inexplicably broody, but quite healthy and hoping you are too. Blogging might be light in the days to come, but I will try to get back to what’s beguiling and leave gallstones and bile behind.

xox, Vickie




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  1. September 23, 2014

    No fun, but glad you’re doing better, Vickie. Take it easy.

  2. September 23, 2014

    Wow! What a fabulous shot.

    • September 23, 2014

      I hope you feel better soon!

  3. September 23, 2014

    Good lady. Now carry on being good! I can just imagine you posing like Garbo, particularly as I’m sure the frustration of not being allowed to move means you have exactly the same expression on your face!

  4. September 23, 2014

    It’s always two steps forward, one step back for a little while. Then it’ll even out. Eventually, there will be fewer steps back.

    Glad they did the surgery. Glad you’re back.

  5. September 23, 2014

    What did Garbo have to brood about? Just being Garbo seems to have been enough to set her off. You, however, are justified – not that Garbo wasn’t. But who am I to judge?
    My great grandmother used to say:
    “If you don’t have to stand up, sit down.
    If you don’t have to sit down, lie down!”
    And she lived to be over 100 years old!
    She must’ve known something!

  6. September 23, 2014

    And I think that here, Garbo’s just frustrated that she can’t get up because the dress is so bulky!

  7. September 23, 2014

    My poor elegant darling.

    Henry VIII was prescribed a paste of ground pearls for his ailments. Which of course foolish.

    You’re supposed to wear them.

    So please break out your lushest and most lengthy strands, wrap them around the offending parts and do get better!

  8. Heather in Arles
    September 23, 2014

    Ah there is so much fine advice here that I hardly know what to add! But I will just say that I am thinking of you and sending you more Love and Strength, beautiful one. Please, please, please take it easy and let your body heal itself. I do believe that you have had enough scar tissue for the time-being, non? Gros Bisous…

  9. September 23, 2014

    I’ll drink some fluids in your honor tonight! Cheers 🙂

  10. September 25, 2014

    Another remarkable photo. I didn’t know they made dresses like that. I wonder if Greta could walk in it? Here’s hoping you’ll be walking and bouncing soon.

  11. September 25, 2014

    Next time I brood, guess I’ll have to dress for it!

  12. September 25, 2014

    I hope you have a similarily suitable brooding dress.

  13. September 26, 2014

    Thankfully, I love reading what you write infinitely more than listening to Garbo’s voice – so this is the perfect union! A silent photo of Garbo, and your blog! Hope your recovery continues apace, and that you manage to rein in the desire to bounce off the walls for just a bit longer.

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