Unexplained nausea started two Saturdays ago. The following Tuesday evening, The Pain began. Not horrible pain by any means, but I knew what was going on, because it happened three years ago. GRR. We took a trip to the ER, I was given Percocet and Zofran, and shooed away "Come back if it gets worse! WE'LL call YOU *today* to schedule an ultrasound".
Two days went by, lots of phone tagging ensued (me calling "You're it!", but nobody chasing me, a very one-sided and unproductive game). Four days later, I had my ultrasound. Monday, I was told "well... everything looks normal". YEAH RIGHT. Tuesday, I saw my PCP ("Yep, it's you're gallbladder") and yesterday, I met my surgeon, who said "Would you like a HIDA scan or surgery?" Give me surgery, oh please oh please!!!
TMI: While I was tossed around from doctor to doctor for the last week, my pain and nausea have maintained, and my toilet contents have been everything BUT normal. Every color, every consistency, quick and slow, painful and not.... I've probably had it. Things are closest to normal if I completely leave out fat. I used less than a tablespoon of olive oil on my baked salmon last night... bad idea. I went through nearly a whole roll of toilet paper. YIPES!
My cholecystectomy is scheduled for Sept. 1, next Tuesday. It's not a wonderful time to be out of commission for a few days, but it's the best time until Thanksgiving. I'll miss two of my classes on my first week of school; Stephen's week is super busy with work stuff already, and we'll miss out on getting together with the Knittels over Labor Day weekend. On the upside, my mom will be here for a couple days and I won't have classes again for a week!
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