I would talk about this outfit, but I think you would get sick of me talking about how much I love my new Sam Edelman over-the-knee boots. So I’m just gonna skip the outfit blabber and get down to what happened 3 hours after taking these photos...
*WARNING: dramatic post*
On Friday, December 19th, I walked into the emergency room wearing flannel pajama pants, black socks, dress-up jewelry (the Pretty Pretty Princess kind), a shirt saying “I have nothing to wear” and red lips. Let’s just say, I had a lot of funny looks but did I care? NO! I was DYING! (hah! don't say I didn't worn you!)
In 2012, after having 3 excruciating “attacks” on my right side, I found out I had gallstones in my gallbladder. They wanted to take it out then, but I decided to wait and see if a change in my diet would help any. It wasn’t until August of this year (2014) when I started to feel really uncomfortable on my right side again. I kept thinking “no, it’s gonna get better. It’s just in my head” but some days I could still feel it. When I got to San Diego the end of October I felt my energy level go down and I was constantly feeling sick after I ate. I finally saw my doctor here in SD the end of November and he had me make another sonogram appointment to see if there’s been any changes since 2012.
After the sonogram was done, I had another appointment with my doctor a few days later to talk about the results. But before I even saw him, I received a letter in the mail from him with a list of surgeons he wanted me to see in San Diego. I knew instantly he had seen the sonogram and something was wrong...
On Thursday, December 18th, the doctor pulled up my results on his computer, turned around and asked “do you feel those stones rattling in there? It’s time to get that thing out!” At this point, I knew I needed to. There was no way I could live like this forever. He told me the reason he had sent that letter with a list of San Diego surgeons is because he wanted to have one ready just in case I were to have a bad attack... “I want a surgeon here to have your records just in case. So if you have an attack after Christmas dinner, you know where to go”. Yeah, I was basically like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.
Because I haven’t had a bad attack since 2012, I thought I could push through these next 2 weeks with no problems. My goal was to find a surgeon in Austin so I could recover there in my new home. But then Friday (Dec. 19th) morning came... and something was telling me I wasn’t going to make it.
Long story short, throughout the day I kept getting sharp pains in my gallbladder. I could barely eat. Everything made me feel gross. (and why was I going to make myself go through this another 3 weeks? I HAVE NO IDEA!) After I took these pictures, I ate a few bites of kale salad and then got my second stylish outfit on (flannel pajama pants, “I Have Nothing To Wear” shirt, socks... cute, right?). My 2 year old niece came over and wanted to play dress-up. So I sat on the floor while she decorated me with Pretty Pretty Princess jewelry singing Snow White. *melt*
When the dog started barking, my niece jumped into my right arm for safety and there was that feeling again. The feeling I would get right before I had those major attacks in 2012. The timer to my bomb was counting down.. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4...
I laid on the couch hoping it would help the stone from lodging in my duct, but the pain was getting worse. Then BAM. The nausea started. The uncontrollable yelling started. The grabbing and pounding on the walls started. The praying started. It got so bad, I then started to lose my hearing so I dropped to the floor yelling “I’M GONNA FAINT” (so dramatic). My mom ran into the room with the phone, called my doctor and then was instructed to take me to the closest emergency room.
Right when we got to the hospital the pain started to subside but my body started to shake uncontrollably. I didn't know if it was my nerves or what. After waiting in the emergency room for 45min(ew), my dad called and said he was able to get a hold of a surgeon on that list at another hospital. It was about 9:30pm when we got to the second emergency room. I signed in and told the front desk girl working at the ER that the surgeon knew I was there and wants to see me. “Ummm... Well I haven't heard anything from him so you’re just going to have to wait. You have a lot of people in front of you. So sorry.” Okay, lady. Whatever.
Before we even sat down, a nurse came from the back and said “We have a room ready for Katelyn.” So there I was, in an ER bed at 10pm hooked to an IV not knowing what was going to happen to me... They took my blood, temperature (99.8ºF), and then rolled me into a room to have another sonogram done to send to the surgeon.. I found out there that normal gallbladders are 6cm. Mine was at 10cm.
They rolled me back into my room and the ER doctor walks in and says “okay, after looking at your blood results (my white blood cell count was up) and sonogram, you’re going to need surgery. I talked to the surgeon and he wants to squeeze you in sometime in the late morning.” PRAISE JESUS! The last thing I wanted to do at this point was go home with my gallbladder still intact.
My results showed that my gallbladder was inflamed and infected due to a stone blocking the bile duct. Because it’s not safe to have surgery when it’s inflamed, they put me on a antibiotic drip over night to help calm it down before surgery.. So there I was again, lying in the hospital bed in a new room knowing at some point in the morning I will be getting an organ ripped out of me. Let’s just say, there were no Zzzz’s happening that night.
On Saturday, December 20th, they rolled me into the pre-surgery room at 9:30am to meet my anesthesiologist. At 10am, I was out. I then woke up to the sound of a lady yelling “GET OFF MY BOAT! GET OFF!” next to me and nurses asking her to calm down. “You’re not on a boat, m’am. You just came out of surgery. Please calm down.” A nurse then bent down and whispered to me “don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here soon so you don’t have to listen to this.” I couldn’t help but smile.
My surgeon came to my room later and told me I had a couple big stones and one was stuck in my bile duct which caused the attack(s). And because of the blockage, my gallbladder was inflamed and expanding onto my liver. But he said he was able to remove it and everything should be fine now! Hallelujah.
The recovery was a little rough at first, but thankfully I woke up on Christmas morning 10x better than the day before. And today I feel even better! That horrible pain and discomfort I felt these past 2 years is officially gone.
As you can see, the timing of it all was perfect and only God could have orchestrated it like that. The hospital, the nurses, the surgeon,... everything! I am SO extremely thankful I was able to have my momma by my side too! I don’t know what I would of done if I was by myself. All I can say is, God is so good!
So that was how my weekend went. How was yours? ;)
Dress: TopShop || Boots: Sam Edelman || Scarf: Nordstrom || Watch: Michael Kors
What does you gallbladder do? What causes gallstones?