Well, you'd probably think that once I spent a night in the ER, and was told I had gallstones, I would immediately go online to find out everything I could about them. Actually, though, since I've been at camp, my time online has been fairly limited, and when I've been home, I've had too much to do to spend much time browsing the internet.
But I spent a couple nights at home this week, so I finally got around to looking up gallstone symptoms. What I read made me realize, I've probably been suffering from gallbladder attacks since sometime last winter, and never realized it.
Turns out that, in addition to pain in the abdomen, gallbladder problems can also produce fever and chills. So all those times last winter and spring that I was down with stomach flu (fever, chills, stomach cramps) - in retrospect, I suspect that I was experiencing gallbladder attacks, and it was not
stomach cramps I was feeling! I commented to a few people (and a few people made similar comments to me) that I was having a rough winter/spring because I kept coming down with every bug that was going around.
The scary thing is that when gallbladder attacks are accompanied by fever and chills, that's when you're supposed to contact your doctor
immediately, because it can mean that bile is getting backed up in the liver. So I probably spent a better part of my winter/spring teetering on the edge of jaundice and didn't even realize it.
No wonder I've felt exhausted all the time - probably had as much to do with my health as the work load I was trying to keep up with...
All those times in praise team practice when Rachel looked at me and said "Are you okay?" And I said "I'm just really tired..." it was probably a bit more than that...
My attack I had at camp was far more severe in pain, but had no fever/chills symptoms. Now I understand why the doctor told me that if I had additional symptoms I should come right back to the ER.
The other interesting thing I found is that gallbladder attacks can produce a pain not in your side, but in your back - either between your shoulder blades, or under your right shoulder. And now I remember a month ago thinking that I'd pulled a muscle in my back...now I'm not so sure that's what happened...
Friday morning I went to the hospital (scheduled trip this time!) for an ultrasound. The technician couldn't discuss with me what she was seeing, so don't ask me about the test results - I won't know until next week. But once I get those test results, we should be able to schedule my surgery. Hopefully that will be soon. Everyone who has had their gallbladder removed has said to me: "You won't believe how much better you'll feel once it's gone!"
I'm looking forward to that!
On a completely different subject, I had a really great week at camp. I so much enjoyed the group of campers. They were attentive in chapel, and grateful and appreciative. And a lot of fun. One of the "tribes" practically adopted me, which was nice...even though they kept calling Jeorge a PARROT, instead of a dodo bird!
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