After being "diagnosed" by no less than ten people as having a problem with my gall bladder...I decided to actually go to the doctor. I had 4 incidents, or 'attacks', if you will, prior to actually going and getting it checked out. The first one was in April and then it didn't happen again until June when we were in Mexico. So, there was so much time in between, I forgot I had a problem (OK - maybe I didn't forget...maybe I chose to forget). But these last two attacks happened within a week from each other, and seeing as how I'm not a big fan of pain, I thought I'd get it checked out.
Friday I had an ultrasound, which revealed that I have a 3cm gallstone, which apparently in the world of gallstones, is quite large. The doctor is very direct, to say the least (which melds well with my personality), and pretty much said..."you can wait until you have another attack and head to the ER, or you can go ahead and schedule a surgery and have your gall bladder removed. Either way...its' coming out."
SOOO...I scheduled an appointment with a surgeon on Sept 9th. Provided I don't have an attack prior to that appointment, I'll be having my gall bladder removed sometime after that.
My big question was..."How will having my gall bladder removed affect me? What changes?"
The answer..."Nothing really...you don't need it anyways."
So I just have to wonder...why do I have the goofy thing in the first place? What a lot of pain and hassle for something that I don't even need.
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I'll be thinking about you!
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