Caution: Beware of Organ Harvesting in Texoma!!
Yesterday morning while my husband was eating donuts with our daughter at school, I ran off and had a morning cocktail. This is not something I usually do, but…
IT WAS GREAT!
All I remember is feeling super silly and making cheesy jokes with a whole bunch of strangers who kept laughing at me.
Then I blacked out.
I woke up in a facility on lock down with a uniformed woman standing over me to make sure I didn’t escape. I grabbed my phone and secretly texted my husband to come bail me outta there!
Then I saw deep cuts on my stomach and I knew someone had harvested my organs while I was passed out. I had a mysterious cut on my lip also, but no idea how that happened or who put it there.
I begged the woman to release me, but she told me that bad things would happen to both of us if she let me go. Finally, my husband suddenly stepped in and rescued me from that place!
My gall bladder started to take a nose dive about a year and a half ago. But the past few months win the prize for level of daily pain, which was ruining my life.
During that time, I was patiently waiting for my surgeon to get approved through my insurance, and would you believe that he got deployed during that time.
So I decided to go to the VA and see if they would take out my defective body part.
But guess what? The VA said it was going to be Summer before they could get me on their surgery schedule and suggested that I use a private surgeon instead.
Back to square 1.
And wow, this week I found a great doctor at TMC who on Monday said “let’s take this thing out Thursday.” Talk about a major difference between government healthcare vs. private healthcare.
I was so elated that he was able to fit me in on Thursday because I certainly don’t want to be having surgery whenever Coronavirus hits in Texas.
So we did it.
And that’s how I ended up having a “morning cocktail”, as the nurses described it!