Back from the D.....E.....A.....D

On Saturday, March 15, 1:15am I awoke with bad stomach pains, they would not go away. Finally at 6am I decided I had to go to the Emergency Room. Mick was down sleeping on the couch (I drove him out with my moaning & groaning.) He was quite surprised when I told him I had to go. I went in my pj’s and was hoping I wouldn’t feel foolish showing up in pj’s for the stomach flu. A CT scan showed I had gall bladder issues. I was admitted & put on IV antibiotics, see below. My diagnosis ended up being Acute Calculus Cholecystitis

I had an ultrasound on Sunday morning, I couldn’t eat or drink until after the test. The no eating part didn’t bother me but I was SO thirsty. The scan showed a stone of 3mm and the lining on one side of my gall bladder was infected and 7mm thick, normally it should be 1mm. I now realize that the stomach ache I had on and off for most of March was not the flu. I was finally discharged 7pm on Tuesday, the blood work done every morning kept coming back that I had an infection. I basically slept on and off my entire stay, I didn’t feel like watching TV or reading.
The highlight of my stay was hearing the food cart come down the hall three times a day. Mick was beginning to think I was using the stay as a mini vacation, I don’t think so. I was happy to just lie in bed and look out my window.

I go to the surgeon on Wednesday to get the date to have my gall bladder removed. In the mean time, I can’t eat anything that has more than 4% total fat. I am going to do a post on that issue.

The first time I was ever admitted to a hospital was for the birth of Eric, this admission was EXACTLY 25 years to the day.