I had my gallbladder removed yesterday and everything went great. Is it weird that I kinda. . no . . . .REALLY wanted to see that little varmint of an organ that caused me so much pain! No such luck. I suppose the Vicodin would have erased that memory anyway. I'm excited to resume a somewhat normal diet and let go of the fear that an attack could happen anytime or anywhere. Gallbladder attacks = extreme yuckiness!
My saint of a mother-in-law is here right now vacuuming my floors, scrubbing my bathrooms, burping my sweet baby, walking Tyler to the bus, cooking dinners, and listening to some annoying Christmas album of Alvin and the Chipmunks over and over with Paige. I can't begin to say how thankful I am for my friends and family!
