Two Thursdays ago I was brutally attacked by my gallbladder after eating a couple of pieces of pizza. I didn’t realize that I had gall stones, but the combo did a number on me.
I’ve honestly never had to deal with such pain before, and by 11 pm, I was begging Josh Whitehead to run me to the ER. He was kind enough to take me – and it wasn’t until 20 minutes after I got the morphine (around 3 am, I think) that I finally felt OK again.
This Tuesday, I had laparoscopic surgery, and my gallbladder is no longer with me.
Today, I’m feeling great, other than four sets of stitches, a yellow-bruised belly, and some soreness.