When Trinity married me, I’m sure he didn’t think I was going to fall apart this fast. Today was my first day back at work after a few days recovering from gallbladder surgery.
Long story short — I’d been waking up from a dead sleep with excruciating back pain and corresponding abdominal pain for a couple of months now, but it wasn’t constant. I went to the doctor once, and my doctor didn’t make any conclusive findings — my bloodwork and other levels were still clean. Then, after my friend’s party for her second son’s baptism, I woke up again with the back pain and seriously contemplated driving myself to the ER. At the doctor’s office the next day, a nurse practitioner gave me a weird look when I specified where the pain was, and it turned out I had a gallstone. Yay.