I've been absent for a few days. Why? Because Friday morning I ended up in the er, and Sunday morning I had my gall bladder taken out.
Oh, what fun it is to ride on a gurney to surgery!
I've been having back pain, sometimes mirrored in my chest, since the Little Mister was born in June. At first I figured I just pulled something during delivery, and that it would go away. It didn't go away...but it only happened once or twice a month and only lasted an hour or two, so I didn't worry too much. In late November it started getting worse--once or twice a week. I saw a doctor in early December, but because it was during the day and not during a night attack the doctor could only guess at the problem. Turns out her diagnosis (muscle spasms) was quite wrong. But I can't fault her--when she examined me I didn't have any symptoms!
Anyway, Friday morning at 1:00 am I woke up to another attack. Only this one didn't go away. Around 8:00 the Sergeant took me to the clinic, and they promptly sent us to the er. They did some tests and found a very irritated gall bladder. They admitted me to the hospital for some rest and antibiotics (and no food!!) and removed the offensive organ early Sunday morning. Most patients don't have to stay at the hospital for more than a few hours after surgery, but I was part of the minority; my pain was out of control, so I had to stay. *sigh*
Perhaps the hardest part was being away from the Little Mister for so long. He visited Saturday afternoon, but I couldn't cuddle him. Couldn't even hold him. Now (Monday) I'm home, home for his first Christmas!, but I still can't hold him or feed him or anything. Thankfully the Sergeant is on leave this week, so I can recover without worrying about the baby. Our trip to Switzerland is off...but such is life.
So. I'm not sure how much I'll be posting (or reading other blogs) this week. I'm still extremely sore, and healing is top priority. I won't disappear forever, though!