My new thing: Gallbladder attacks

You know when you are super busy and then BAM!!! you get hit like a bus with something?

Monday I woke up to upper stomach pain. Jacob was at work and Peter (thankfully) was really well behaved. It started around 6 or so. I was able to sleep through it (with Peter) until Peter woke up around 8. Then it started getting back. Jacob was due to get off work at Noon and so I was going to try to make it until then.

However, by 10:30, I thought I was dying. I called Jacob and begged him to get off work early. He was home in a half an hour (11 am). Between 10:30 and 11 I had my peak of pain. Alone, with Peter. And by this time Peter was hungry. I threw a juice box, crackers and cheese at him until Jacob could feed him better and put in another kids movie. I was able to offer up my pain for a personal intention. Afterward, I questioned offering it up for that specific intention, wondering if it caused more pain to happen. 😉

Jacob was on the phone from 11 to 12 trying to find someone that takes our insurance. We don’t have a provider because we’ve never needed health-care and mainly got it for emergencies and Peter. I was :this: close to asking him to take me to the ER when the pain started to back off. Then I fell asleep for 3 hours and felt weak and almost hungover for the rest of the day.

That morning I made an appointment with the chiropractor, thinking maybe something was wrong with my back?! Jacob drove me to the appointment and dropped me off (Jacob and Peter went to the Toy Store to play). I talked to the Chiropractor and he showed me where to push under my ribs to see if it was a gallbladder attack or not. If it is: the pain is so intense you want to jack the person that touched  you. If it doesn’t hurt like that, it’s probably not the gallbladder. He then did his amazing stuff and unlocked my hip from it’s socket (it happens from time to time) and adjusted the rest of my back.

I saw a poster and ask randomly asked (God Breeze), “can you see if I have a broken tailbone (or coccyx)?” He said, sure. With just a few almost embarrassing moves, he was able to tell me that I did indeed have a broken coccyx. Instead of curving, my was at a sharp 90* angle. I forget, until I have pain, how much my tailbone hurt after Peter was born. And since I had a c-section, I was sitting down a lot. It still causes me pain if I sit for a extended period of time, and on almost any car trip. Just another drop in the bucket to help me process Peter’s birth more.

My mom told me the next day that my sister (three states away) had a gallbladder attack that same time and went to the ER for it.

THEN yesterday happened.

I went to bed too late, around 1:30. At 3:30 I awoke with stomach pain. I didn’t assume it was a gallbladder attack, as I have other stomach issues, but when I couldn’t get comfy in bed and then realized that OH NO IT’S ANOTHER GALLBLADDER ATTACK, and it’s at night. I was able to surf the web to look for ways to stop it online, before the pain started to get too intense. I woke up Jacob, waved him into the hallway (Peter took my spot and wakes up easily). I tearfully said that I was having another gallbladder attack. We went into the living room and he looked online for help and I tried (unsuccessfully) to find a spot that stopped the pain. I then asked Jacob to pray over me and with me. I then laid in a frog-like position, with my stomach barely grazing the floor and my knees spread far far apart, and asked him to rub my back in a small area. Every once in a while I would try a new position, but couldn’t stay in it for very long and went back to the frog/Jacob rubbing position. I could concentrate on his movements and not about the pain.

Peter woke up around 6 and Jacob changed his diaper, got him water and a cheese stick and Curious George to watch. Jacob then continued rubbing me.

The pain started to intensify and sharpen. I pulled a blanket over my head and upper body and proceed to sob and cry. Jacob continued his rubbing and started to say the Rosary for me. I was offering up my suffering for my sister. I remember to pray before the peak and after the peak. During the peak I just tried to concentrate of Jacob’s hand on my back. The peak lasted longer then last time, lasting as long as a Rosary (about 20 minutes). After I peaked Jacob took care of Peter and the dog again (Peter was in the same room as us). I was moving to get out from under the blanket and I heard Peter say, “where’s Mama?” and when I got out from under it he proudly said, “Here she is!” It made me smile.

I walked and hummed around our apartment for a while. The weirdest thing is before the peak the pain was right under my right rib and back and after the peak of pain it was more central and lower. There is just felt like I was kicked or hit in the stomach. It was semi-hard to get my breath. Jacob took my temp several times and checked the color of my eyes, make sure we didn’t need to go to the ER. Indicating infection and treatment needed.

We still haven’t received calls back from the several Doctor’s offices from Monday. We are just going to wait until we are moved and find a doctor there.

We have several remedies to try next time if I have another gallbladder attack. Mine attacks are strange in the way I didn’t overeat, eat spicy food or even fatty food. We are still trying to pin point what is causing it to happen. Apparently it is hereditary and the woman in my family have all had problems with it starting at this age!! I find that amazing and interesting. My mom can control hers by diet and my Aunt and Grandma both had their gallbladder removed.

Needless to say, this isn’t what I thought I would be getting down this week!! I was pretty much worthless two days this week and haven’t been able to pack or clean! I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with what we have left to do. Tomorrow I will not be able to pack or clean and will be writing about the GREAT reason why tomorrow!

We MOVE in exactly one week. Wednesday we need to have the kitchen cleaned thoroughly and have to have everything packed up by Thursday. Friday we are moving everything down to the U-Haul and are cleaning Friday night and Saturday. Saturday we are actually moving from KS to IA.

YIKES!

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  1. […] then had bad gallbladder attacks. And a couple more attacks. To the point where I was scared to eat and be in the horrible pain […]

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