I felt great for the next several days, but then again was woken up in the middle of the night with intense stomach pain, this time it was a full 10 out of 10. Despite the pain, tears and writhing, yes I was actually writhing in pain, I resisted going to the ER because I had just been there. Then I started throwing up and could wait no longer, so off to the ER I went again.
I have to admit I felt really stupid being there again and after several hours of tests and just sitting there the pain started to subside a little and I was really tempted to get up and leave. Then the doctors came in and told me that my liver numbers had doubled in the last few days. She had been convinced that it was my gallbladder and this assured her that she was looking in the right direction. In fact her words were that she understood that past tests showed nothing wrong with the gallbladder, but that maybe it was lazy. She wanted to do another ultrasound as she wanted to see it for herself so off I went for an ultrasound.
After the ultrasound she came back in and told me that my gallbladder wanted out today so they sent me off to surgery. The surgeon drew a picture of my gallbladder and surrounding organs with "multiple" stones that I had and how one was blocking the opening and the lining was hardening. I was very calm through all of this and I really believe it is because I knew all along that this was what was wrong with me, it was just a matter of it being discovered. Unfortunately, it took a ton of tests, money and time for it to get bad enough to be discoverable. I've been recovering for awhile and on the heels of CMV so it has taken me longer to recover than I would like, but I am getting there. I just want to say a big thank you to that ER doctor she was wonderful!