Broken Wings

Yesterday evening my youngest came back from seeing a friend, and ran up to me for our normal hug, before blanching. When I asked her what was wrong, she screwed up her face and pronounced:

‘Mum, you’ve gone yellow.’

I knew summat was seriously wrong yesterday afternoon, about 2-ish. The pain in my upper abdomen was worse than anything I can ever remember, including childbirth. I thought for a while that maybe my weights session on Monday had pulled something, that perhaps I had a stomach spasm… and then I just couldn’t breathe, and began to panic. The plan was simple: I’d take a shower, and if the pain didn’t abate I’d call my husband and tell him I was going to the Hospital. Then, amazingly, everything stopped hurting. It was as if someone flicked a switch and there was nothing wrong. I went for a sleep, woke up, and when my daughter saw me, I was fairly confident I knew what had happened.

It took a trip to the Out of Hours doctor to confirm what I’d worked out for myself: I’d passed a Gallstone, which is why I have sudden onset Jaundice. This happened once before, about a decade previously, but it wasn’t nearly as painful or as destructive to my body: I’ve had digestive issues since, but eating sensibly had pretty much solved this, until on Monday night after my training I ate Cauliflower Cheese and had a Cream Eclair for dessert (both huge no-no’s for anyone who’s had Gall Bladder issues in the past) and pretty much set back my cause ten years. I’d forgotten why I couldn’t eat these two together on an empty stomach, but that won’t happen again any time soon. In fact, that’s NEVER going to happen again. My lesson has been summarily learnt.

I am, my daughter rather cheerfully informs me, considerably less yellow than I was last night, but still dehydrated and, frankly knackered. I’m about to go get a scan of my stomach area booked and a full set of blood work. It was a wake up call I didn’t ask for but now makes me realise that I may be able to change some parts of my body, but this only works if I do it with everything. That means plain and simple eating for a couple of weeks until I can get myself sorted, and to rule out anything else that might have cause the issue or that could be bothering me.

Mostly, I’d like to just go back to bed.

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