My Gallbladder.

It attacked me a few weeks ago. On Super Bowl Sunday!

I wanted to have a picture in this post, so googled gallbladder. Don't do that unless you want to be grossed out.

I did find this little cutie though...evidently someone has made stuffed internal organs. Go figure.

A gallbladder attack is not soft and fuzzy like this little guy.

It is painful.

Think contractions and labor pains.

Back pain that will not go away no matter how you bend your body.

Matt took me to the ER at 7 AM after I'd thrown up twice and been up since 2 AM in pain.

Sidenote: Why is it that when you are in pain, everyone seems to move at a snail's pace? I swear the woman admitting me typed slower than a caveman who had never seen a computer before. I think because I wasn't screaming bloody murder they thought I was fine.

They gave me a lovely shot in the bum and I was pain free. Ahhhh :)

Then I took this picture. The nice doctor complimented my pretty nail polish.

An ultrasound showed that I had gallstones and my gallbladder was spasming.

The doctor said that it is genetic because of my age, weight, and lifestyle.

Sure enough, my mom just had hers removed last summer and my grandma had hers removed years ago.

My blood work showed that my kidneys and pancreas were just fine, so they opted for no surgery.

Sent me home with a pain med prescription, and I slept.

I woke up a few hours later in more pain.

Back to the ER we went, where I told a different doctor to take my gallbladder OUT!

He said, "It would be like waging a war because of a minor infraction."

I hated him at that moment.

They gave me another shot in the bum, and sent me home.

I watched the Super Bowl. Excuse me, I tried to watch the Super Bowl.

Matt would turn to me after an awesome play and my eyes would be closed, head back, and Ada would be nursing still.

My sweet Mommy brought dinner over for us.

I wanted to eat all of the delicious tri-tip my brother had barbecued and slather butter on my baked potato, but doc said to stay away from fatty things.

Grrrr....I loathe you gallbladder!

Evidently this is very common in women who have just given birth.

The more people I talk with, the more I hear stories just like mine.

I haven't had any more attacks, but if I do within a year then it's bye-bye nasty gallbladder.

I hear that you don't miss it at all.