Sunday morning I awoke to a tummy ache. I thought perhaps my 6 year old niece may have given me her flu bug. So SexyBeast plied me with flat ginger ale and Triscuits. But wait something is wrong! Every sip and bite was excruciating. Wave after wave of abdominal pain. Only relief coming from the many cat naps I took all day.
I roused myself to watch The Simpsons (God I loves me some Simpsons!) but by the time Family Guy rolled around, the agony was unbearable. I tried to lay down on the freshly made queen sized mattress to no avail.
SexyBeast said, "Do you want to go to the ER?" To which I replied, "Better now than 2 am when I can't sleep."
Check in at 9:30, labs drawn, examination and one abdominal ultrasound later, I have gall stones. And since I don't show any signs of an infection, I have to be referred to a general surgeon to book my gall bladder removal at a later date.
Gall stones flare up from fatty foods. Therefore no fat in my diet until that sucker is out of my body. I'm eating healthier than ever and all I want to do is stuff my face with bacon onion pizza.
Off to my GP on Friday for a referral to a general surgeon. I'm praying they yank out my gall bladder before Thanksgiving. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to load up on Percocet just eat a slice of pie.