Because my adventure began last night.
Yes, in the hospital emergency room. About 6:30, out of nowhere, I had a crippling pain right under and along my ribcage. As in, Briton's most likely at work, so I'll call an ambulance.
CT scan, ultrasound, bloodwork. The only definite things from all of that were 1) everything looked fine, and 2) my liver enzymes were slightly elevated.
Let me interject here that I was hurting. As in, I cannot possibly drive myself. I was at an "8" most of the night, inching past "9" until I got some morphine.
The best anyone could figure out was that there is still connective tissue from my gallbladder (which has been removed) to my liver, and that it was inflamed "for some reason."
Another interjection: when it hit, the pain did remind me of what I felt before my gallbladder came out.
So, I'm back home, no pain except for soreness where the ultrasound "wand" was pressed in. I have a painkiller prescription, and I am seriously craving a cheeseburger.
That last part has no medical significance, but I wanted to end on an up-beat.
3 comments:
Oof, sending healing vibes to you Twinnie. I wish I could send a cheeseburger too.
I feel your pain-literally. I had my gall bladder out 15 years ago and if I eat the wrong thing all that pain comes roaring back along with some other unpleasant digestive issues. By the wrong thing I mean anything delicious. The last time I was in the ER the doctor said to go vegan and he's not wrong. As long as I stay away from animal products I'm usually okay...but who can do that as long as pizza and ice cream exists.
Feel better soon (but I'd think twice about that cheeseburger).
So ... did you get the cheeseburger???
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