What. the. hail.
Apparently #popgoesmylung wasn't enough fun for one year. Now I bring you #gluggoesmygallbladder
I don't remember who coined that term this past week, and I really don't even know yet if it is my gallbladder... but if this was one of those reality shows where you guys got to vote for what happened to me next, C) Gallbladder Removal would definitely have won by unanimous vote.
I'm either keeled over in pain, or am feeling pretty much fine. Oh but when it's bad, it's BAD. I spent the better part of this past Saturday puking my guts out yet again.
I saw my doctor Friday afternoon, she was ticked about what little they did in the ER. But really all she did was push around on my tummy, tell me to stop taking the prescriptions the ER gave me, and send me home. I go tomorrow morning for an ultrasound of my abdomen (Should I post the ultrasound photos on IG like every one of you who's knocked up?)