Last Wednesday (10/1) in the early AM I went to the ER with severe abdominal pain.  That night I went back – gallstones.  They admitted me to the hospital and on Thursday I had a ERCP to remove two stones that had escaped the gallbladder and lodged in my bile duct.  Should of been pretty easy with a gallbladder removal scheduled for the next day.  

Thursday night I went from being tired and a little sore to being in severe pain, begging for drugs (and I had a natural childbirth, so this was no joke!).  Friday I found out I was one of the 5% of patients who develop Pancreatitis after the procedure.  

All told I was in the hospital 8 nights/9 days.  I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink for 5 of them.

I’m still tender, can only eat soft foods, can barely pick up M, and am running a constant low-grade fever.

Mark is a superhero of a husband.  

My mom came to help out for a good chunk of time and my sister is here for a few days.  It’s been a whirlwind.

A week from today we are supposed to leave for a one-week family trip… I think we all need it.