Then this past Saturday morning, I was woken up at 2:30 am with pain again. Thinking it was just gas again, I tried to tough it out. And it got worse, and worse and worse. And then I got sick with this nasty yellow junk. So I called the sitter and asked her to come over until the boys woke up and I headed to the er.
They got me right in and within 20 minutes I had an IV in my arm, anti nausea meds, acid blocker meds and a narcotic for pain. I was as comfortable as they could get me, and we had to wait for ultrasound.
I finally went to ultrasound and the diagnosis was clear...it was my gallbladder.
Since the attack was subsiding, they decided that it would be better to schedule surgery. I left with a script for lortab and directions for a low fat bland diet.
And I have to admit, I'm terrified. I think it would have been better for my mental health if I had the surgery on Saturday. I keep thinking and thinking and thinking about it. At church yesterday, I prayed with the Pastor for my health and safety and for the doctors and I'm trying to Fully Rely On God, but man oh man it's hard. I know that as far as surgery goes, it's a common one and fairly simple. But I haven't had general anestesia since I was 4 when my appendix came out. I have no idea what to expect.
I have friends who have gone through this, including one that had it a few weeks ago, but for the most part it's been emergency surgeries. And I know I'm probaby over thinking this. I should just put it in God's hands and be at peace. And I want that. But, I'm. Terrified.
Anyways I meet with the surgeon this afternoon. Scared, but I know I need to do it.
So here's to FROG. I'm trying the best I can.
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