Tomorrow, I’m going to have my beloved gall bladder removed.
It all started in November of 2013! I was in my office, on the phone with a friend who I hadn’t talked to in years and I started to have this incredible chest pain. I thought it was my heart and it was a growing pain that was so intense, I had to excuse myself from the conversation and hang up. I laid on the floor in the loft of my town house and was really scared. And of course, being a nurse, became busy ‘reasoning’ that this must be PTSD and not my heart because the pain wasn’t radiating up my arm like a heart attack, because I don’t have a heart condition, because, because…. (You know the wizard of oz song, don’t you?) because, because, BECAUSE!!! “I bare-ly have high cho-les-ter-rol” (This line fits perfectly!). “la la la la la la la! We’re off to see the wizard…!”
Ok, so I got up and walked away from that episode and promptly forgot about it; completely forgot about it! I didn’t tell my doctor or my family or anybody. I just dismissed it. Then, in February, 2014, I was dating a guy for two months. We were talking on the phone. Remember? I was on the phone the last time it happened. I was again, in my office, on the phone, sitting in front of my computer and suddenly, the pain was growing; it felt like a sword was going through my chest. The pain was in my back, my chest, my sides and it was excruciating! Again, I hung up the phone quickly and laid down and tried deep relaxing breathing, like in child-birth, llamas! It finally passed and I thought, “I gotta break up with this guy!” And I did!