So Saturday morning, I wake up at 5AM in the most excruciating pain of my life. Literally. I flee for the restroom and vomit until nothing's coming out of me but stomach acid. For hours. I finally stop writhing in agony long enough to stagger up to my roommate and go: "Hospital. NOW."
Jessi, being who she is, immediately takes this as "I have time to finish two more levels in my game!"
But upon hearing me up-heaving my stomach contents again, finally comes down and puts on a shirt.. And promptly abandons me at the hospital without any way to contact her.
Well, I spend an hour curled up in a hospital bed, whimpering and trying not to spew along the walls. Finally, the nurse sets me up with an IV and then some amazing painkillers. I mean, she hadn't even finished the syringe into the IV and my vision went all fuzzy and my body felt light.
They give me another 'nomorepuking' shot through the IV, and I'm out cold. While I'm mostly unconscious, they do a CATscan and Ultra-sound.
Apparently, what I thought was just back-pain was a set of giant Gallstones.
So, Monday I get to call and set-up my surgery.
Fun stuff, huh? Hit by a car and having my gallbladder removed in the same six-month period.