Tuesday, January 28th was a big, big day for us.
Nathaniel had surgery to remove his gallbladder.
He'd been sick for a few months and tests revealed that he had significant thickening of the walls of that pesky organ, so we saved the date and he went under the knife. Again.
I felt like a marginal asshat after the appendix surgery, when I asked with gentle articulateness if I might keep the organ and the conversation went something like this:
Dr. Surgeon: well, that about covers all the information about the surgery; do you have any other questions or concerns?
Lara: Can I have it?!
Dr. Surgeon: What?
Nathaniel: She wants to know if she can have my appendix.
(insert long pause and a room full of blank-faced medical staff.)
Dr. Surgeon: No.
Lara: Can you at least take a picture of it for me? I brought my camera!
Dr. Surgeon: Ohhhkay...
This time I employed more hospital room etiquette and went straight into a request for pictures.
Nathaniel is presently sore, but doing well. His gallbladder looked like a giant slug. No wonder he felt sick.