That Burning Feeling Inside

Unfortunately, not that burning, yearning, kind of feeling (ala Motown), but the other kind of burning feeling, the one where you feel like you've digested an erupting volcano full of hot, molten lava...

After I spent most of Saturday night writhing in pain on the spotless white rug in my mother-in-law's bathroom, Mike and I then spent the wee morning hours on Sunday at the Christiana hospital in Newark, Delaware. We had gone to Delaware for the weekend to attend Mike's little cousin's Julia's Bat Mitzvah.

Remember my intestinal distress that I had mentioned in an earlier post? Well, it's lasted on and off for over a month. When I mentioned it to my primary care physician, she told me that it was probably a "food sensitivity" and that I needed to be more careful with my diet.

WRONG! My "food sensitivity" was a meteor-size gall stone that is lodged in the neck of my gallbladder. The kindly staff at Christiana hospital took great care of me and gave me something for my pain while they ran a battery of tests that revealed said gallstone. They wanted to take me right upstairs for surgery, but I begged to go home for treatment.

Today I checked in at my primary care physician's office which resulted in a referral to a surgeon for an appointment later this week.

I'm not in any discomfort (at the moment) and I promise to keep you posted!

Here is my mother-in-law, Bobbie, my husband Mike, and my father-in-law, Norman,
all dressed up for Julia's Bat Mitzvah. Mike got his good looks from his Mom
and his sweet personality and charm from his Dad. A pretty potent combination!

Thanks for visiting!

Pugs and kisses,
Nancy