Topic: Me!
Remember how I said that I sometimes question God's plan?? Well, I've found myself doing it again. Have I not had enough stuff to go through?? I mean really??
Has anyone reading ever suffered a gallbladder attack?? Not a mild one, but one that rips you from a deep sleep, grips you in panic, makes you pray you won't die, then leaves you praying that maybe you will die to relieve the misery?? One that feels like a major heart attack??? Well, I had the unfortunate pleasure of living that exact thing on Sat morning. The pain ranked right next to the hour and a half of labor with Cale with NO epidural in sight. And the attack was only half as long. It also included the hysterical crying, the writhing in bed and the death clutch on Chris as I whispered, "Bubba help me!!"
I spent 3 hours at the afterhours clinic by our house (in hopes of escaping our new horrendous deductible at the ER) and have been told to get a gallbladder ultra-sound to confirm gallbladder problems, then go see my OB to decide what to do with the thing. Unless I have ANOTHER attack. *insert picture of ticking time bomb here*
I knew surgery was an option and it scared me to death (although, in comparison to the attack, maybe just frightened me for a nanosecond is a better way to put it). But as the weekend progresses, I'm actually welcoming the idea of surgery. The memory of the attack is actually making my fear of a subsequent attack worse. I also found out that if it goes untreated or gets even more diseased, this can lead to pancreatitis. People. . .we just delt with this with Grandpa and I REFUSE to go there again. YANK THIS SUCKER OUT!!
Looks like tomorrow will be a pretty eventful and busy day. One filled with more bland food as my mouth waters at the string cheese Cale inhales and at the pictures of beautiful burgers on tv.
Oh yeah. . .Happy Birthday Carly!!!!!!!!!!!!
