Last week, I found myself in the emergency room of my local hospital with the MOST horrendous pain in my stomach I've ever had (and I am the mother of three), after four hours of sitting in the waiting room, a blood draw and an abdominal ultrasound, I have a gallbladder full of stones. Luckily for me, I qualify for surgery and will have my Gallbladder removed on May 4th.
When I say gallstones are NOT for the weak of heart, HOLY MOSES, I just wanted to die. I believe that my son coming to check on me and my pushing him away only scared him more, but I realized that he was only worried about mommy, who was hugging the white porcelian god in the upstairs bathroom. However, I NEVER want to experience that pain again, and my surgeon, who reminds me of Fez from That's 70s Show, will be my saving grace and poke three holes in my belly and suck my gallbladder out of my belly button.
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