Last Friday I had some tests done at the IMC. An ultrasound of my abdomen (gallbladder, spleen, liver, etc.) and a HIDA scan. For those of you who don't know what a HIDA scan is, they inject you with a radioactive fluid and track its progress through your system until it reaches your gallbladder. Then they inject a small amount of a hormone that your body produces when you eat a fatty meal. This is what helps them determine if your gallbladder is functioning properly. The whole process takes about an hour and a half. And you can't move. You have to lay on your back, perfectly still, for an hour and a half. Fun. They take minute long pictures of that radioactive stuff, so if you move, it blurs the picture. I tried to sleep, it didn't work. Even better, after an hour, they tell me that the camera they were using is not working properly, so I have to walk across the hospital (not a small feat, if you have seen the hospital) to the cardiology room so we can use their camera. At least it got me off my back (no comments from Kersten).
The last half hour was better cause they let Mom come in with me. This last part was when there was a possibility of pain, so I was nervous. They said it could rival what I normally suffer, and that is pretty bad. But luckily I was virtually pain free.
Long explanation, but I got my results today. Turns out my gallbladder is not functioning properly, and the solutions is to have it removed. Yep, I get to have the same surgery my Mom had not two months ago.
Truthfully, I am scared. I have never had to do anything this serious before. I have never had any surgeries, I have never had stitches, no broken bones, not even a serious illness. I feel very lucky to have gone 24 years with out any major problems. But it still scares the, well, the you-know-what out of me. Everyone told Mom it was going to be an easy surgery, something she would be back from in a matter of days, if not less. She didn't even have to stay in the hospital over night. But we all know how that turned out.
So now what?