Epilogue

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I have gallstones.

The sonographer seemed surprised I wasn’t yellow when I arrived, and that I was as healthy as was ascertained yesterday. He was also amazed that I was in absolutely no pain at any point during what was a pretty robust procedure, which seems odd: they wouldn’t show me the scans either and instead immediately referred me back to my GP. As my husband pointed out, presumably this is so I return to my Doctor and discuss the results and don’t hope everything will work out for the best. Needless to say, stomach, liver, spleen and kidneys were all looked at in detail. I’d sort of assumed it would just be where the pain was, but no.

Now, I have to wait until Tuesday.

The first thing I did when I got back was look at how you have a gallbladder removed. It’s done via keyhole, I get some cute scars to match my C Section, and ‘on average’ I’m back to normal in two weeks. The alternative, one assumes is that I cut out all the trigger shit in my diet and live with it. There’s no point second guessing anything, however, until I speak to someone paid to know this, so I’ll be spending the weekend doing what I’ve been doing since it happened and largely carrying on as normal.

It could be so much worse, and for that I am so very grateful.

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  1. My partner had his gallbladder taken out a few months back. He now has a couple of little scars on his tummy 😊 But the surgery itself is, I believe, straightforward and should help you feel better in no time. *gentle hugs*

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