Hey all,
Just want to pre-face this story by saying I have never previously had any gallbladder related issues prior to this week (nor do I hope to have any in the future) but here we go...
Monday evening, I have a light dinner of chicken, spinach, hummus and some flat bread. Quite full and a bit of a dull pain, but within 3 hours I am in absolute agony and its only getting worse. I can't breathe, can't move, can't sit, can't stand - I thought this was the end.
Hopped down to A&E only to be told it's an 8hr wait 😭. By thus time I'd basically lost control of all my motor skills. The only way I could give an accurate representation of what it was like is me crawling through the waiting room akin to the girl from The Ring crawling out the TV, whilst making a verbal noise similar to the character "Opi" from Family Guy.
As i was rushed straight through to see a nurse, I still dread to think what the others in A&E thought of me as they're sat waiting for potentially 8hrs. Anyway, I was basically strapped to a hospital chair, had a cannula inserted and was given only what I can explain as 2 Big fuck off vials of morphine. Even after that I WAS STILL IN PAIN! WHAT THE HELL!!
By now we're at about 3am, I'm now unrestrained and in my delulu state I decide its a great time to face time my boss and explain I won't be in for work 👍
Shortly after I was admitted to a ward and spent 5 days there, returned home this morning. Turned out I had a severely infected & inflamed gall bladder and the medics were extremely worried it would turn into sepsis.
On a positive note, I absolutely love our UK NHS service. Everyone was so nice and caring, and that made my experience a whole lot better. Awaiting a date to have the damn thing out but I'm alive and kicking for now.
Thanks for reading my gall bladder essay 💙