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Friday, January 18, 2013

Sunday was such a good day. Me and my shopping buddies went out to spend the last of our holiday gift cards. Gossip and shoe shopping and, of course, a giant meal and drinks to wrap it all up. As I sat there, laughing it up over my chili cheeseburger and bottomless fries I thought to myself how good life is.
Fast forward a few hours and I was praying for death. I had a pain in my abdomen like nothing I had ever felt before. It felt like getting stabbed while being crushed to death. It hurt to sit, to stand, to lay down. I took a shower hoping the hot water might ease my muscle aches. I became so dizzy and lightheaded that I vomited. That was my brightest and final red flag. I headed to the ER.
I was worried my appendix had burst. Maybe it was typhoid. Mad cow? Do people still get mad cow? My mind was racing as I waited to be admitted. What was a grand mystery to was easily diagnosed once I described my pain and it's location. Gallstones. What an ultrasound would soon reveal were a whole mess of gallstones, nearly filling a massively inflamed gallbladder. The docs said it had to come out. Immediately.
As I was prepped for surgery the doctors explained that the function of the gallbladder is to help the body process the fat we eat. And I had run mine into the ground. Made it work too hard for too long and now it was just 'screaming' inside me. Of course genetics play a factor, but the honest truth is that I at myself to emergency surgery. It was a tough pill to swollow.
The procedure went smoothly. In and out in just over an hour. I have 8 staples, 3 small incisions and a jp bulb collecting drainage (muy sexi). It hurts to stand, sit up straight, walk, sit down, go up and downstairs and to change clothes. I can't sleep right because I have to lay flat on my back. And I worry about needing my painkillers so often. It is bleeping awful for me right now.
And the part that the worst of it all is that I did it to myself. By being selfish and short-sighted. By going for immediate, temporary satisfaction. By not caring about myself and after myself the way I should. In decade upon decade of poor food choices I led myself right here, in bed, informed, recovering from an emergency surgery that could have been prevented.
But very little good comes out of kicking your own butt. So I have decided to use my time as an invalid to develope an attack plan. I am reading everything I can. Tips and tricks and insider's tips. So that when I am back on my feet and eating solid food again I can make better choices, get healthy and stay that way. There is an old diet mantra that "nothing tastes as good as being thin feels". Well, there is a flip side to that. Nothing tastes so good that I would ever put myself through the pain and struggles of this week. NOTHING. Everyday I am getting a little stronger. And hopefully a little smarter.
As ever,
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  • METIS457_79
    Wishing you a speedy recovery! Did your doctor warn you about what will happen if you eat a lot of fatty food now that your gallbladder has been removed? You better stay close to the bathroom if you eat fatty meals going forward. Just another sign from your body.
    1979 days ago
  • JASI27
    Sometimes it takes a serious wake up call to jolt us into action.
    1979 days ago
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