Gallbladder

Just got back from the E.R. Woke up at 2:00 a.m. with a full-blown gall bladder flare up. Rob took me to the hospital this morning. Ultrasound confirmed, yep, gallstones (at least two of them, about 3/4 inch in length), and one is jammed in at the narrow end of the gall bladder, probably blocking the duct somewhat, although there isn't any signs of backup or infections, so they don't have to operate immediately.

Still, enough is enough. I've gone several rounds like this, and I'm not willing to do it anymore.

They sent me home with prescriptions for major drugs, for the pain (Percoset, yay!) and nausea (I've been throwing up). Just have to tough it out until Tuesday, when the surgeon will take it out.

*staggers back to bed*

Feeling better

My gall bladder seems to have simmered down for the time being. I'm able to get up and move around, albeit gingerly, and I managed to eat a bowl of cereal and some fruit. Since the pain and nausea have gone away for the time being, I didn't take the next dose of Percoset or the anti-nausea medication (although I won't hesitate to resume them at the first sign of trouble). I still feel rather fragile, though, even though the pain has lifted for the time being.

My gall bladder can't lull me into complacency, though. I'm wise to that trick, and I'm still getting it yanked out on Tuesday.

Thanks for the good wishes and e-cards, everyone. They help, and are very much appreciated.