One Year Without a Gallbladder

I can hardly believe it, but as of today, it has been exactly one year since I went in for gallbladder removal surgery.

It’s been an interesting adjustment, to say the least.  Which is now compounded by Thumper’s existence (but that’s a whole different story).  Honestly, I hadn’t gotten my body completely adjusted to all the new dietary measures when I found out I was pregnant last July.  That really did put a crimp in things, because once morning sickness kicked in, I discovered that my stomach was now making more acid than I could deal with.  Which meant I needed to give my stomach more fat in my food to dissolve.  So much for not having a gallbladder.

My scars have faded (and stretched – thanks, Thumper), but they are still there.  Good thing my bikini days are loooooong over, or I might have been concerned about them.

In retrospect, the whole experience was very surreal.  I’d never had surgery before (at least not like that, where I was out under general anesthesia long enough to make me sick), and I’d never gone through a recovery process that hindered my life for more than 24 hours.  The Webmaster and Grandma took excellent care of me, for which I am still thankful.

I am sure, once this pregnancy is over and my body gets back to its version of “normal,” my lack of a gallbladder will most likely be something I’ve got to take into account again.  But who knows?

But still… it’s been a whole year.  Wow.

One Response to “One Year Without a Gallbladder”

  1. Nana
    February 21st, 2013 08:15

    God has blessed us with wonderful “machines”! You’re doing a great work of taking care of yours plus five others in your household 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂