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quick update

I have been having some crazy pain in my upper abdomen.  I was in the ER on Sunday morning, had a CT Scan, left there with some drugs and a diagnosis of stomach flu (?).   Called the surgeons office, no one said a word.  Monday went by just fine, was feeling a lot better!  Tuesday rolls in and I start feeling pretty crappy.  I go to work , and then it gets bad.  Real real bad.  I go back to the ER, but not before I call the surgeons office again.  The gal on the phone says, oh Dr. P says that you might have a small hernia going on, and that if it gets worse to go back to the ER.  I go back, the ER doc runs a few more tests (he was great!) and orders an ultra sound of my gallbladder, kidney, liver, spleen, etc…Guess who has A LOT of gallstones and sludge working?  Oh that’d be me.  Why they didn’t do that scan on Sunday is beyond me.  So first I go from having a hernia repair to about to have emergency gallbladder removal!

I am stubborn and was like, oh no you can’t admit me!  I have stuff to do before I have to come into the hospital, etc.  So I convinced them that I would come back Thursday (pending Dr. P’s schedule) and get it out.  I promise.

So if you don’t hear from me for a while – I’ll be back gallbladder-less! 

Dear 2010, stop being sucky. <3 me.

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