Saturday, January 17, 2009
Goodbye Gilbert
After a month and a half of emergency room visits, lots of trips to different doctors, an EEG, CT scans, ultrasounds, a basket full of prescriptions, and not being able to eat anything other than rice or a plain baked potato my doctor finally decided my gallbladder needed to be removed. Throughout the long journey, Joel decided to name my gallbladder Gilbert since it was causing so many problems and everyone other than the doctors in Jacksonville seemed to know exactly what seemed to be the problem. On December 22, we said our final goodbyes to Gilbert and I am finally back to normal and Gilbert-free!
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OMG! Your stomach--what did they do?--beat you? Was this what you looked like Christmas? No wonder you didn't move! At least you can eat now. You didn't need to get any skinnier! (Yeah, that's my jealousy talking).
Yes... unfortunately, that is what my stomach looked like when we were home for Christmas. Joel took that picture Tuesday night. So it was the night after my surgery.
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