I had my Gall Bladder taken out last Tuesday. 3 and half weeks ago I had a major attack on a Saturday night. I was up all night in major pain, making myself throw up and getting no relief. I couldn't figure out what was going on. I had been meditating the week prior on what it means to "suffer" for Jesus, but I couldn't imagine what I was experiencing could have anything to do with that. The ladies at church prodded me a couple of days later that I better get in and see the doctor. I was in later that day. Doc said I think you have gall stones and you are jaundiced. The next day the surgeon called and said "we need to take out your gall bladder". I put them off for a couple of weeks to get through a conference I had at church. The process itself went fairly smooth. I was checked in by 11:30 or so and all dressed up in my pretty gown. From there it was just a matter of being delayed a bit by the "hernia" guy who was in front of me. After signing more permission forms than you do when you close on a house I was wisked into the operating table and greeted with a healthy dose of anasthesia. They did have to untie the knot I made in my gown. That slowed them down a bit. I am a modest guy you know.
Since being home I haven't needed any pain medication and my appetite has been great. It's nice to be able to eat anything I want again. It was also nice to get my first shower two days after the surgery and take off my "dressing". Next step is getting out for a run again. I almost went yesterday but thought I should maybe wait another day or so. I also tried some situps but those are definitely out of the question for a few more days. I look forward to life without a gall bladder and all the amazing things that will bring (maybe not).