Just when I thought I could get on with life....
The pity party continues.
Friday night, I had a massive gall bladder attack. I laid in bed and cried and prayed. I did not want to wake people up and go to the ER. It started at midnight. At 2:30, Daddy rolled over and I told him what was going on. My plan was to make it until 4:00, and then call the in-laws to come over and watch the kids. But I managed to find a position that I was able to get some relief lying flat on my back with my arms above my head. I was able to sleep on and off until about 8:00 am. Then we put the wheels in motion to go to the ER. By the time we got to the ER at 10:00 am, the pain had subsided but was still persistent.
They ran some tests and came back to tell me that my gall bladder was full of stones. It could come out now or later. Well, since I'm already laid up and not driving for the next couple of weeks, and because my gut hurt and I already had an IV, we opted for now.
They admitted me and scheduled the surgery for first thing Sunday morning. Surgery went fine. They did it laproscopically.
The recovery has been painful...more painful than I expected. Sunday was miserable. Monday was no fun. Today, I am beginning to feel human again, but still having a lot of pain.
I am so ready to feel good again. Normal sounds so nice.
Blessings to you,
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