I had a few episodes over the previous months, but they were never unbearable, and usually fixed by a heat pack and the occasional a glass of wine. I thought this episode was going so fade too. It didn't. Nearly 3 weeks, 2 HIDA scans, more blood work than anyone should ever have done, and an ultrasound, not only do I feel like a human pin cushion, but I have gallstones again, and I'm in more pain that child birth. At least child birth is productive.
These stones are not the kind that can easily be seen, but rather the kind that basically shred my gallbladder. The visual the surgeon gave me was filling a balloon with Jello and sharp edged gravel, and then squeezing it. Youch. No wonder! So my gallbladder is being lacerated from the inside out. Great. That would explain the 'polyps' they saw...not actually polyps, but scar tissue. Ew.
I met the Surgeon last week. She looked over my tests and said surgery would need to take place. So tomorrow at 5:30am I will begin my prep for surgery at the hospital. I've never been more excited to be cut open, however this means that I will be pain free in the long run. I'm so excited, I might pop. My taste-buds and my insides will get to be happy at the same time...eventually.
I decided that I should be very well educated in the gallbladder removal process. Bad idea. Very bad idea. I watched a video of a laparoscopic gallbladder removal. Why? Because I'm curious. Well, curiosity killed the cat...her name was Lady. But that's another story. So anyhoo...upon thinking about tomorrow, I think I might barf, knowing whats they'll be doing to my insides. The only thing keeping said barf from making it's appearance, is the knowledge that I won't be in constant pain for much longer, and for that I am eternally grateful.
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