Alas, I have succumbed to the evil that are gallstones. I’ve been having problems off and on for the past couple of years with my tummy and GI tract not liking a lot of what I ate, and over the past six months it’s gotten worse. I thought perhaps becoming an ovo-lacto veggie would help, and it has. Not much, though.
I finally got tired of being sick every other hour, so I went to my family dr who ordered an ultrasound on Monday. About 3 hours after the scan, one of her staff called me and said, “Well, we got your scan results back. Your gall bladder, according to the report, is full of stones. REALLY full of stones.”:eek:
Sooo…surgery comes next. Not sure when exactly as the surgeon’s office hasn’t called, but probably not real soon as I’m in no way critical. Still, I’m not happy because I have an abnormal fear of hospitals. I can go get tests run, hell, I went to school to be a medical secretary and seriously considered going into nursing! But put me in there and I go batshit. I had to spend a week in the hospital a few years back after a car wreck, and I kid you not, they had to keep me sedated the whole time. Without it, I was a candidate for the white jacket that buckles in back.
I’ve heard all kinds of things, from you only have to hang about after surgery to make sure you’re all right, to a several day stay. I will more than likely have the laprascopic surgery as the surgeon who I’m supposed to see prefers that, and I hope he doesn’t decide at the last second to cut me open, because that surgery means you’re in the hospital longer.
Sigh. Wish me luck, folks. Updates as they come.