My Stupid Gallbladder and I
Monday, July 08, 2013
You're with the one you love most in the world and at one of your favorite places on Earth, Disneyland, when suddenly the most intense pain you've ever experienced takes over your body. Immediately, you know what it is and you brace for a few bad minutes, except that this time, it doesn't let up, it actually intensifies. Each second is filled with pain, so much so that you're blinded by it. The one you love most rubs your back, cooing comforting words in your ear, worry plastered on their face. You want to scream in pain, but you're in public. You're in friggin' Disneyland for crying out loud! You're doubled over, unable to move from the seat you find near the Jolly Holiday Bakery.
YOU MUST GET HOME, but you're over an hour away. The pain subsides enough to let you get up and walk through crowds, pushing small children out of the way. The one you love most is trying to catch up to you, but your only thought is to get to the car and get home. You barely remember exiting the park, waiting for the tram, getting on the tram and going up the escalator to get to your car, but somehow you get there.
An hour later, you choose to go to the emergency room because the pain has intensified. You've now been in constant pain for around 1 hour and 30 minutes. You somehow manage to sign in, wait for the doc, go through all of their preliminary tests and get in a hospital bed. Time goes by, the wonderful staff give you morphine and all of your problems go away. Your body relaxes and the pain is nothing but an awful memory, something you wouldn't even wish on your worst enemy. It's now 2am, you've been given medication to take home and am instructed to call the surgery department as soon as you can. All the while, the attending doctor tells you that you need to lose weight and go on a diet. You look at her, want to slap her and remember that you need to keep a "before" picture in your dang wallet. You forgive her though, because she DID give you morphine.
100lbs is nothing to the medical field, never good enough, nothing is EVER good enough. They see you're overweight and bam! that's the issue. They rarely look past it and it is beyond frustrating. Is your eye hurting? It's your weight. Is your left big toe bleeding? It's your weight. Is the freckle on your face starting to look funny? Guess what, IT'S YOUR WEIGHT. Get my point?
You've been given two days off of work which you will not be paid for, and all you can do is rest because your body is beyond exhausted. You drop off the one you love most at the bus depot 4 hours later, sob because you're going to miss them and head on home.
SparkBuddies, this was me and my experience with a gallstone being passed. I was diagnosed with it a couple of years ago, but my doctor at the time didn't seem too concerned although I was in the emergency room the last time a gallstone was being passed. It was horrendous, and there are no words to describe that level of pain. You can do nothing but focus on it and curl up into a ball. I now have to meet with a surgeon tomorrow afternoon to discuss a possible operation to remove my gallbladder. Since I'm young, they want to get it out so that down the line I won't have to go through the pain again. I'm all for it, remove the dang thing. I'd rather have it done now, while I have insurance then before I move to FL where I'll be starting completely over. I'm fearful of course, but I want to be healthy and I guess right now, I'm everything but. So dang frustrating.