This year, my ongoing gallbladder challenges are currently an adventure in pain management. I ended up back in the ER on Friday. When two of the prescription painkillers didn't work, I knew it was time to go. It was a frustrating trip. I felt unheard on some levels, but got help with managing my pain. I was home by 530 am and picked up new meds by 9:30 (Note to self: ask them to send me home with meds or keep me until pharmacy opens next time. It was a long few hours of pain between hospital meds wearing off and new prescription kicking in.) They make me sleepy and I slept most of Saturday away. My body needed to rest and rest I did.
Pain is better today. Low grade ache. It's manageable. I can feel the discomfort of my gallbladder all the time. I can feel it when I move. Infected and needing to go. I skyped with my therapist today and she mentioned that I look an especially fair shade of pale. Tomorrow I will see my surgeon and --fingers crossed-- I will schedule the removal of this blasted thing.
So, Fuck-u-ary, let's get you over and done with. On to MARCH! MARCH ON!
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