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.
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 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂