Last week at this time I was feeling quite overwhelmed by the thought of our Women's Conference coming up and getting all that done. The good news is that everything went very well. Our theme was "Rise Above it All" with hot air balloon decorations. We ended up having over 130 people show up and the classes were very well attended and people seemed to have a really nice time. We had worried because it was the day before Easter that many women would have other conflicts, but there were plenty of others who made up for those who couldn't come.
On Sunday, we had a really nice Easter dinner. I even made homemade rolls. Everything about it turned out nicely. Then later that evening, life took a bit of a left turn. My stomach started hurting and progressively got worse during the night. I called in sick to work, but tried to ignore the pain. It really was so bad I had to do something about it though. By Monday afternoon, I was scheduled for surgery to have my gall bladder romoved. Apparently, I had a gall stone the size of a boulder (the big marble in a marbles game) and I could choose to wait until it attacked again or just get it removed immediately. I chose the latter.
I had laproscopic surgery, with four small incisions. Then they super-glued me back together. It's all supposed to make for a "quick" recovery. I'm feeling a bit peeked still, but doing quite well. I decided not to take the Vicodin today and I'm managing with just a little discomfort. At this point, the most annoying part is that I can't seem to concentrate on much, so I'm not getting any good reading or video watching done. I have it on good authority that it's a common side effect of the anesthesia. I'm hoping that's worn off by tomorrow.
I'll check in later and let you know how it is on day 4.
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You poor woman! I had mine out a little less than a year after Annalise was born (a common post-partem surgery). Mine had just one stone, too--the size of a whopper (not the burger, but the candy!) After surgery, my brother and his wife brought me a small jar of the malted candies as a joke, since I had told them about my stone in the jar.
Did they give you your stone? Mine was a great show and tell for my health classes at college. Geoff was grossed out that I kept it in my night stand. I finally threw it in the garbage a few years ago...
I hope you feel back to yourself, again soon. The great news is that you will no longer have gall bladder attacks. What I thought was food poisoning on several occasions, I believe now were attacks. Glad you could get in so quickly.
Rest up.
oh--and by the way (after that rather lengthy comment): the conference was great. i loved both the classes I attended and also the balloon floating in the air effect, with the invisible wires.
Seriously?!? I'm so sorry you can't at least enjoy your time down...oh and the cookies? Delish. I had a hard time sharing. Lucky me the girls only wanted the candy on top!
I hope you are feeling better. We've been trying to get in touch with you (but didn't want to be annoying, so only called twice.)
If I call your house tomorrow would that be all right?
Oh dear! I really hope you are starting to feel better. Do you need anything? Let me know if you need some errands run. I hope you recover quickly!
Oh My! I hope your recovery is fast! I rarely saw you sick-so I can't imagine you really "resting & recovering". :o)
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