Recovering

Well anybody who checks this but doesn't talk to me regularily might have noticed that I've been absent for a bit. Now, I was definitely putting off putting up my recipe for BBQ spaghetti and avoiding the awful vietnamese meatballs that didn't turn out (I think I'll just spare you guys those), but the truth it, last sunday I had what was later identified as a gallbladder attack.

I got horrible stomach pains and threw up all night, went to the doctor on monday, was told to schedule an ultrasound because it might've been something to do with my gallbladder based on my neverending pain and tenderness. I had to suffer through all of monday and tuesday but had it on wednesday. The results were: lots of gallstones and they recommended I go to the ER right away.

Some friends and people I knew online warned me against going to the ER for expenses and the like and suggested I get a referral and I hate costing Sean money so I was prepared to try and tough it out. Thursday morning, Sean called the doctor and asked how long it might take to get it done that way. Apparently anywhere from a week to two weeks. And also that I was infected. And had to go to the ER now.

So we went. And I got in by midmorning. And they gave me delightful pain meds. I had blood work and cat scans and my surgery was scheduled for thursday night. But things got busy and it got moved to friday morning. Then it was over. The punctured 3 little slits in my torso and blew me full of air to get the cameras and tools in. Which meant for the new few days I had massive gas bubbly pains and had to walk around and get them all out burping as much as possible, which was very uncomfortable with cuts in me, but I managed to get it all out.

Anyway apparently my gallbladder was so full of stones that it was beginning to rot and turn green and die. It was so close to bursting it wasn't even funny. We were lucky we got in when we did, if it had burst I would have been in much much worse shape. I was lucky.

I got out on Sunday finally and I've been recovering at home. Still lots of pain and all my muscles in the center of my torso ache when I move or sit or stand or sneeze or laugh or cough or anything, and it's agony. Or stretch. I can't lay on my back so I've been sleeping on our recliner. I dislike sleeping in my living room. It sucks out here. But I'm healing.

So cooking blog will be on hold for another week or two while I get myself back to normal. Also, since my gallbladder is gone, and thus my body will have trouble digesting fat (look up the gallbladder), my diet may change. I don't know how my body will react to the change, it's different for everyone. Some people can't even have dairy anymore because of the fat. Some people can have whatever and not have it bug them. Except insane amounts of grease. I'm told it "goes right through you" and you have to go to the bathroom. Explosively. I guess I'll be experimenting with foods for awhile.

Thanks for being patient. I miss my blog and cooking. Leaving Sean in my kitchen is terrifying. I love the man but he is beyond culinarily inept. <3