Friday, I woke up and took my morning two mile walk, got snaps of sunrise, CalTrain, etc. I came home and helped Mom put clean sheets on the beds, then mowed the lawns. I came in to sit down and thought I needed to use the restroom, but it quickly turned to very severe abdominal cramps. They didn't subside, then my skin turned clammy, I got short of breath and then panic set in because I couldn't catch my breath. I tried laying down, sitting hunched over. Standing didn't work at all.
When breathing grew more difficult with my slight panic attack and my fingers turned numb, I knew it was time to call my sis and head to an Urgent Care. They didn't take my insurance, and didn't think they could treat me. They gave me a shot of something for pain and sent me to ER. We headed over and they checked me over, did an ultrasound, and decided that I had a gall stone. Bad enough that they didn't think I would make it through Sunday and a flight home, and said surgery right now was imperative. So. From 10am when the pains started to 3pm when surgery started. What a day!
I wheeled into a room and got a pain killer shot and slept until 1. Then I needed the restroom, and decided to cruise the halls, one lap. then back into bed and slept until 4. Which is my normal wake up time, so up for the restroom and three laps around the halls. Ditto at 7am. Mom and Sis came in while we waited for the doctor.
When he came in he told us my gall stone - just one - was 4.5cm. And commented that I have a very high pain threshold (I do!) and that he was releasing me home. I go back to see him on Friday to be cleared to fly home. I have a tentative flight home on Monday, 10/27.
I'm feeling a little ... sore, I have 5 laparascopic scars, but I'm on real foods, and so glad that it happened here, and not somewhere else.
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