It's taken way too long these past 24 hours to actually put words on this post, so here's the short version.
Last Tuesday, I stretched to get out of bed and immediately thought I tore my lower abdominal muscles away from whatever they're attached to at the hips. By the end of the day, the pain subsided with a focused pain on the lower right quadrant.
Last Wednesday, I hit the nearby urgent care to rule out muscular/other issues, assuming this strange pain was a weird transformation of appendicitis. Everything was ruled out except appendicitis, and I waited for my wife to take me to the ER.
The ER shot back with concerning data, why was a historical pre-diabetic (untreated) fat guy exhibiting abdominal pain show up with a blood sugar of 600 and rising?
Answer: Diabetes didn't want to slowly conquer this fat dude, it sent in its crazy friend the gall bladder to shoot a gall stone into the duct work of the pancreas and turn my right side of the body into a super-inflamed mush.
A dramatic recreation of the gall stone getting fired into my pancreas |
One week later, one gall bladder less, I'm back at home, answering emails for work in the home office.
There's a bunch of needles, supplies, and insulin that wasn't there before, but that's okay. People call these things wake-up calls, but I saw enough of those with my fellow patients. I was certainly flying closer and closer to the sun which each passing year, but the gall stone shoved me into it, and I know I must deal with all the repercussions, no whining, no complaints, no bargaining.
I anticipate fewer posts for a while, but I plan on hiding out in the basement more starting this weekend, so let's see what's happening!
Don't know if and when I'd use this one, so here your go.... |
Sounds rough! Hope you are feeling better now.
ReplyDeleteYikes! Hope you're doing better!
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