For the last seven years I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my gall bladder. Make that dislike/hate relationship with it. I did all the natural cleanses and things that you’re supposed to do to help get rid of the stones, but they never seemed to work. So, this summer, I decided that I’d had enough, and made myself an appointment with a Dr to start the process of having it removed.
The surgeon she referred me to, is well loved in this town, and therefor, has a pretty long list to get in for a consult. Last Tuesday, after waiting my two months to get it. He said “Yes, you have stones, you have two choices, go ahead and have it taken out, or keep doing what you’re doing.” He went on to explain complications that came along with each option. But, I’d been doing what I’d been doing for the last seven years, and I’ve had enough!So, I told him schedule the surgery, hoping I could have it done by Christmas. He pulled out his calendar, and said “How about Monday?”
So, short story long, I had my gall bladder removed today. When Dr. G, came into do my discharge papers. He said to me:
“You have a phenomenal liver! It’s so beautiful all the nurses are jealous!”
Ha ha, is that what they mean when they talk about internal beauty?