Over recent months I have been feeling increasingly unwell, with heartburn, indigestion, heart palpitations and epic amount of tiredness that are the tip of the iceberg when it comes to symptoms. After repeated, almost weekly blood tests for 3 months my white blood cell count remained elevated and with it being a possible sign of infection in the body I was sent for a scan just before Christmas.
The results, although shocking at the time really weren’t that shocking when thinking about it logically … I have in fact got a giant gallstone that the GP wants rid of and if I am honest I would like it gone too.
Having still not got to the bottom of all my symptoms, until this gallstone is out there is very little the GP can really do to get to the bottom of what has been making me feel poorly until the monster gallstone is out of the picture.
Although I have not really said much about my gallstone on my blog I have to that it has not been until this week that it has finally hit me that I will be going in for surgery again in the coming months.
In the appointment letter it almost came across that it was a done deal and that when I attend the appointment on Monday it will be a done deal for signing up for surgery, which in fairness I know is coming and have even prayed for on the bathroom floor during the last midnight bought of pain and sickness, but it is now feeling very real.
After my anxiety last time over the operation that rid me of acute pelvic pain and saw my cesarean section adhesions removed, It will come as no surprise to those that know me that I am once again feeling anxious.
More to the point I am feeling anxious that between hubs and I this year will see our 5th surgery between us (as he is also being listed for surgery on his spine) and all within the 5 years we have been together … we really are just wanting some healthiness please.
Monday will be what it will be …