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.