I’ve had broken bones. As a small child I had both legs broken in an accident. The right leg, to this day, still has a scar that’s grown with me. I’ve broken my right arm in 6th grade on the playground. And, of course, we know about the hand a few months ago.
I’ve had one surgery in my life. Same said right hand. An infection of some type that lead to horrible swelling. The doctor had to slice it open in two spots and drain it out, creating a hole in my finger that we had to change twice a day and stuff with gauze.
And then there is today.
Let me rewind and recap. Since the coughing spells I had a few months ago, I’d developed this lump near my belly button. It didn’t really bother me but once in a rare while I’d have some discomfort. Well this passed Thursday, it nearly brought me to my knees. The pain in my stomach and groin were awful. Friday morning I made an appointment to have it checked out. Minutes after examination, I’m consulting a surgeon and being admitted to the hospital for surgery today.
Umbilical hernia. That’s my enemy.
So I lay here and answer the same questions over and over. Waiting for noon when I’m suppose to be cut open. On the bright side, I may get to go home today, too. Though I won’t be able to lift anything for up to 6 weeks.
Here goes nothing!