What a Week

Whew, what a week, for sure.

I've been out of work all week with gall bladder issues, as I like to say. It started Saturday night. I thought it was over and it flared again Sunday afternoon, as the result of eating something, nothing out of the ordinary fat-wise. I stayed home Monday to make sure I was really okay. It didn't get better so I went to my doctor Monday afternoon. I actually didn't see my regular doctor, but his partner, whom I've seen before. Because I don't have a fever and the pain isn't excruiciating, it seems it's not infected. He spoke with my regular doctor who suggested I consult with a surgeon to see what the next step is. Glory hallelujah!

So I've been miserable all week. I eat maybe once a day and that doesn't stay with me, if you catch my drift. The doctor said I could take Tylenol so I've been doing that religiously, around the clock. I've been sleeping a lot, in order to ignore the pain (which isn't severe but is constant) and to pass the time until my appointment Thursday morning with the surgeon. Gretchen very kindly offered to go with me, which I accepted.

Poor Steve is beating himself up because he's going out of town on Thursday - a trip that really can't be rescheduled due to various reasons. (Gretchen didn't know this was the weekend Steve is going out of town, that's just how nice she is, to offer.) I would never ask him to change it - it's too complicated and already arranged on both ends of his trip. He says, best case scenario, he'll be home Friday, so we'll see.

I told Gretchen yesterday my biggest fear is that my gall bladder isn't "bad enough" to warrant surgery. She said she felt the same way a couple of years ago when she had hers removed. Poor thing, she was in FL on business when it happened and had to fly home in that condition. I feel so crappy and weak, I can barely function for 15 minutes without getting exhausted and have to lie down again.

Good news, there is some. At last check, I've lost 10 pounds. No matter how much sleep I get, I seem to wake up just in time to watch Martha every day. I'm kind of getting hooked on her! Damn, I was thinking I had more good news - can't think of it now. It's 3:30 am and I couldn't get back to sleep so I got up to post this. I've been sleeping so much I can't tell day from night anymore. And my 15 minutes is about up so back to bed I go.

I'll post again after my appointment with the surgeon. Please, oh please, let him do the right thing and do it quickly. I've gotten on a couple of crying jags this week - I know, big surprise. Releases the stress, don't you know? I'm sick of feeling this way and I miss ME!

Please send healing vibes my way. This invalid stuff is for the birds - I want to be my perky, productive self again!