For over two years now, I have had this unexplainable pain “flare” up about once every two or three months. The pain of all pains. The Big Kahuna. I would not wish it on my worst enemy. It felt as if my body were trying to eat itself. Burning, stabbing pain. Nothing would subside the pain. I just lived with it. It typically would go away, fast. I thought this pain was my “new norm”. I couldn’t ever pinpoint what triggered this pain, it just seemed to be sporadic and random.
Fast forward… Sunday night.
- 6pm- Eat dinner. The usual, broiled fish.
- 7pm – Pain starts. This would be the moment if I were pregnant that I would be screaming for an epidural.
- 9pm – Vomiting begins. [TMI, I know.]
- 9:30pm – Tommy takes me to the ER. [This took awhile because I couldn’t find pants]
- 11pm – CT scan of stomach/abdomen.
- 1:30am – Sonogram of abdomen.
- 2:15am – Ambulance ride to Greenville Hospital. [Worst ride of my life, btw.]
- 9am – Laparoscopic Cholecystectomy. [This is the technical term for them removing my gallbladder]
- 7pm – Sending me home.
Fast forward. That’s exactly how Sunday night/Monday went. Fast. In and out of the ER/hospital after having surgery in less than 24 hours. Yes, you read that correctly, LESS than 24 hours. It was all so fast, yet the recovery is so slow. I worked so hard the last few months on working out, getting in shape, running, etc. and for it all to come to a stop because I’m restricted on working out. Sad, sad day. On a brighter note, I’ve had a mini vacation from work, although there is absolutely nothing fun to do at home & there is nothing on daytime tv besides soap operas I refuse to watch. 😉
So now, we wait. Wait for my healing, wait for the scars to heal, wait for the beginning of being able to work out again, wait for the “normal” to return, and the best wait yet… VACA back in the USVI in less than a month!
Until the next organ is removed,
We Are The Marshall’s