Such a bad pun, but I couldn’t resist.
I have gallstones. Several apparently. I discovered this after a couple of outbreaks of extreme pain following rather rich meals.
After an excruciating night where I was unable to sleep and genuinely began to think I might be having a heart attack, I went to the doctor.
From there I was sent for an ultrasound and blood tests and then my doctors surgery called to ask me to arrange a phone consultation with my gp.
After a terrifying chat with my gp where he told me the risks of pancreatitis (& death) I was sent to a surgeon for another consultation, prod and scare-inducing chat.
Now I’m just awaiting my letter from the hospital to tell me when I’m going under the knife. I’m part terrified and part eager for this bit.
Eager, because being in pain a lot is pretty shitty really. Terrified, well that’s obvious!
Like a lot of people, I’m scared of hospitals. Like even more people, I’m scared of general anaesthetic. And.. like a huge number of people, the idea of someone chopping me open with a sharp knife and poking about in my innards is frankly nauseatingly scary. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that there isn’t really a choice though. So I’d best get my had around the idea and fast!