ouch

About 8 years ago I had a gall bladder attack. It is not something one quickly forgets. After all the tests the doctor left it up to me if I had surgery or changed my eating habits. I decided to change my eating habits.

Things have gone swimmingly well for 8 years. And like most people I got lazy. I still stayed away from very spicey foods - but every once in a while I would cheat. I stayed away from fatty foods - but every once in a while I would cheat.

That is what happened this weekend. Friday night I had a spicey fatty hamburger .. on Saturday I had some spaghetti with spicey sauce. On Sunday I thought I was dying. Warren was here and I kicked him out. Hell if I am gonna die I am gonna do it alone.

I slept most of Monday and a good part of Tuesday. By Tuesday night the fever broke. On Wednesday I went back to work.

Wednesday night the pain hit again.

Thursday morning I emailed Warren I was going to the clinic.

I am not sure I can honestly explain how lonely I felt sitting in the clinic by myself. How scary it was.

Then I looked up to see Warren coming through the clinic door. I cried. Suddenly it wasn't so scary anymore. (and yes Lea - from yesterday's comments - Warren is the same "Sir". We are working our way back together)

So the long and the short of it is...... I am off for blood tests today, an ultra sound as soon as they can book it. And the gall bladder is coming out as soon as they get a bed for me.........

OR

I have another major attack with fever. Then - doctor's orders - straight to the hospital for emergency surgery.