I had my gallbladder taken out some time ago. I suffered for about 9-10 months before I was able to get it out.
Today I had the joy of recovering a lap chole (gallbladder surgery for anyone confused). It started off fine. The patient came back, and everything was going great. I was actually able to use my previous experience to answer all the questions asked, based on my experience.
Fast forward to the end of the day... Patient is given a clear liquid tray. Eats a few bites, doing great. Then it hits. And the nausea begins. And this poor patient becomes absolutely miserable. And what's worse, is that hearing her vomit, seeing the look of pain on her face, and smelling the bile, brought it all back for me.
I have been miserable ever since. And by miserable, I mean I have been running to the bathroom all night, and I would almost think I grew another dysfunctional gallbladder.
Before my problems, hearing someone vomit would have me retching along with them. Now I realized I vomited enough to make that not borrow me quite as much.
On a positive note, I'm watching the MLB All-Stars game, and the NL just won. Yay! An it also helps that my favorite player got to be at the game. Even though I wanna stay up and watch the post game stuff, it looks like I'm gonna have to read about it in the morning.
G'Night y'all!
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