Fadedwords

I haven’t written a thing about how wonderful my anniversary was, which is lame of me.  It was awesome.  Jake took me out to eat at Olive Garden, one of my favorite places.  The wait wasn’t too long and the food was out of this world.  He also got me this:

It was completely unexpected.  I had mentioned I wanted it for Christmas, which was odd… I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted any jewelry other than an amethyst ring.  I saw a commercial for this necklace and fell in love with it.  I told him, because I’m not one to beat around the bush.  I don’t understand girls who don’t just tell their S.O. what they want; it’s incredibly unfair to them.  In any case… I said I liked it and would very much enjoy getting it.  I didn’t at Christmas and was a little bit disappointed.  I got over it though, because the gifts I did get were so thoughtful.  I didn’t expect to get it at all and thought perhaps I had finally stepped over the ‘that’s too much for a present’ line.  Or some such thing.  I opened my present before we went out to dinner and was astonished to find the necklace laying inside.  It made me cry.  So way to go Jake for getting me an awesome gift. 

Dinner was lovely.  I had this ravioli that had cheese inside and a white wine sauce over the top, with shrimp.  I’d made myself a promise before we went that I would not be following the WW plan while we were out.  So I didn’t.  It was fantastic.  We took one picture, outside the restaurant:

It was a good night. 

I woke up at around 4am Sunday and felt awful.  It was a really bad stomach ache and pain in my chest and back.  I’ve had this before, and just always have waited it out.  That’s what I did on Sunday.  It lasted about three hours, all of which I spent trying to get comfortable and wishing for death.  It went away though.

I went to my friend Dana’s son’s birthday party at 2pm.  I came home and was tired from being up so early, so I went in to the bedroom and laid down with a movie on.  At around 5 I started to feel sick again.  By six o’clock the pain was back and absolutely horrible.  After about half an hour I asked Jake fi he would go get P*epto B*ismol or something at the store.  He left, and I called my Mom to see if she had any idea what was going on.  I described my symptoms and she said, “Honey, you’re having a gallbladder attack.”

Eff.

Gallbladder issues run in my family.  My aunt delt with hers for years before she finally caved in and let them operate.  She’s my new hero by the way; I have no idea how anyone could live with pain like that for any amount of time.  It was absolutely horrific.

By the time Jake got home from the store, I was crying from the pain.  I’m not a big crier… usually I do pretty well with pain.  This pain was relentless and truly the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.  I called my  Mom back and she said I should go to the hospital.  So away we went.

We were at the ER until 4am.  The hospital we went to keeps no ultrasound tech on at night, so all they did was diagnose me (it was a gallbladder attack!) and give me pain medication.  They referred me for an ultrasound and said that if the ultrasound came back showing issues that my primary physician could refer me for surgery.  The gallbladder is expendable, and I will absolutely opt to have it taken out.  I never want to go through that pain again.

I stayed home from work yesterday because I was so tired and still feeling gross.  I feel wretched today as well, but I needed to come to work.  Hopefully I can have an ultrasound done this week and know the results soon.  I would very much like to get this taken care of sooner rather than later. 

As always, Jake was right there by my side through all of it.  He is fantastic, and barely teased me when I was doped up on morphine.  Way to go   I had also called my friend Bethany on my way to the hospital to let her know I might need her to let people at work know what was going on.  Apparently my attempt to be funny turned out to sound angry and upset.  In my message I just told her I was on my way to the ER.  So she and her boyfriend called all the local hospitals, found where I was, and drove all the way out there to check on me!!  Not only do I have an awesome boyfriend, I have a truly wonderful best friend.