In the past two days I’ve been poked, prodded, felt up and drugged – and not in the good way.
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The holiday came and went with the usual dinner party, gift exchange and on-line Santa stalking. A drama-free week except for that emergency room visit Tuesday afternoon.

Sunday: This really hurts.

Monday: I’m going to see if I can get in to see my doctor.

Tuesday: Okay, I’ve fasted all night, where’s Radiology?

Tuesday afternoon: A surgeon?

Tuesday night: We’re going to the ER

Wednesday: I’m still at the hospital

Thursday: I get to go home and come back in a week for the surgery?

Thursday night: Type blog to deter mind from fact that I can’t eat solid food for a week.

Some things in life are hereditary. Like a long torso or curly hair. I happened to acquire gallstones.

I never even knew what a gallbladder did until this week but now, it seems I need to have mine removed.
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I am forever impressed with my ability to gain the most bizarre ailments that don’t fit my demographic – but I am rolling with it. 

“A bend in the road is not the end of the road… unless you fail to make the turn.”

Here’s the part where you tell me: have you ever found yourself in a health emergency and what did you do to overcome it?

8 comments

  1. Well, this one time, at ER camp? I got the good drugs and then I put my bra on my head, at which time my daughter took a photo (and which I blogged about last year). I was having chest pains and just to be safe, we called the yummy paramedics to the office, who took me on a stretcher, in an ambulance, to the hospital. After running tests, they determined it was not my heart (or my gall bladder) but something with my stomach which turned out to be insignificant but well worth the time and energy, due to said paramedics. Oh, and the chaplin. Long story . . . Anyhoo, I'm so sorry you're having problems with your gall bladder, but when that puppy acts up, it's gotta go! You'll feel so much better!

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  2. MY son was in hospital for seizures and in the early hours of the day he was due to get home, I woke with the most horrendous pain imaginable.I was staying in the hospital at the time with my daughter and sister.At about 2pm I could barely walk the pain was so bad and eventually one of the nurses got me a wheelchair and wheeled me down to casualty. I was there for 2 hours before being seen and it was 10pm at night before they confirmed that I had appendicitis. In their infinite wisdom they decided that they wouldn't operate til the next day but by then it had burst!My son had to go into respite for 2 weeks as I was unable to look after him and it took me 8 months to get back to normal.Sorry you are feeling so yucky, hope it passes and all the best for 2011.http://lyndylou-whocares.blogspot.com

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  3. If I'm doing the math right, I was basically your same age when my gall bladder and I went through an acrimonious divorce 13 months ago. Once you get past the actual surgery part, it's amazing how much BETTER you feel!Happy New Year, my friend!

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