Hospital Stay

What a weekend. Friday was a normal day of work, went shopping afterwards with Peyton to get things for Marks birthday then we came home. For the past 2 weeks I hadn't been feeling good and was complaining of it on a daily basis. I just didn't feel right. The kids wanted pizza for dinner so since I didn't feel good, no problem. The problem came when I took a bite of the pizza and was dropped to my knees with incredible pain in my stomach. I tried taking tums, having some juice and laying down but it wouldn't go away. Finally, I called Mark at work crying asking him to bring me pepcid ac because that should help with what I thought was indigestion. Instead he took me to the ER. They got us right in and every person asked if I still had my gall bladder. They did an ultrasound and cat scan then came back to the ER to tell me I was being admitted and having my gall bladder removed first thing in the morning because I had stones/polyps that needed to be tested. Not exactly what I was hoping to hear. I've never had a surgery like this and was scared. The next morning they came in and said I had to wait another day because they couldn't fit me in. Fantastic, a whole another day to stress about surgery. That is until they gave me the "relaxer" before the surgery then apparently I wanted to take pictures with the nurse and anethesiolgist. After the surgery Mark did all he could to make me happy. He slept with me every night, brought my favorite flowers and when the doc told him I needed to drink lots of gatorade he went out and bought plastic champagne glasses since I wouldn't be having my normal Sunday Funday mimosas! I have 4 holes around my super swollen stomach and about 10 staples even though it was done laproscopy. I'm glad my little trip to the hospital is over and I can't wait to feel good again.