State of health
Today I consumed
1 banana
1 grilled chicken breast with a pinch of Moroccan seasoning for flavour
2 glasses of apple juice
5 rice wafers
multiple glasses of water
I've been afraid to eat more. All of today my ribs have felt slightly too tight. Tonight is the fourth night in a row I have had a gallstone attack and I am SO TIRED. All I want to do is go to sleep right now, cuddling my baby and listening to the wicked fairy's soft breathing.
Last night plain white bread set me off - or so it would seem, from what I threw up.
The doctor needs another ultrasound to confirm the presence of my gallstones, before she can refer me to a surgeon. Surgery seems to be my only option.
I could not get an ultrasound appointment until Monday afternoon. At which point my doctor will have already left for the day. I think I'm going to RUN to another doctor at the medical centre straight after my ultrasound and insist on them pushing me forward to whatever surgeon they've got to hand and THEN insist on being seen as soon as possible by said surgeon.
The worst part is, when I'm in this much pain I'm hazy and hesitant and not able to look after the Tiny Tyrant properly. Thank goodness Fairy is so committed to being an involved parent and knows the ropes as well as I do already. It's difficult to breastfeed when in pain, and I've pump-expressed into a bottle at one point, but ultimately I'm scared I'll have a major attack whilst I'm home alone with him.
I don't think I can keep doing this, night after night. But I don't have much choice! GRAR. F%$^#! pain.
1 banana
1 grilled chicken breast with a pinch of Moroccan seasoning for flavour
2 glasses of apple juice
5 rice wafers
multiple glasses of water
I've been afraid to eat more. All of today my ribs have felt slightly too tight. Tonight is the fourth night in a row I have had a gallstone attack and I am SO TIRED. All I want to do is go to sleep right now, cuddling my baby and listening to the wicked fairy's soft breathing.
Last night plain white bread set me off - or so it would seem, from what I threw up.
The doctor needs another ultrasound to confirm the presence of my gallstones, before she can refer me to a surgeon. Surgery seems to be my only option.
I could not get an ultrasound appointment until Monday afternoon. At which point my doctor will have already left for the day. I think I'm going to RUN to another doctor at the medical centre straight after my ultrasound and insist on them pushing me forward to whatever surgeon they've got to hand and THEN insist on being seen as soon as possible by said surgeon.
The worst part is, when I'm in this much pain I'm hazy and hesitant and not able to look after the Tiny Tyrant properly. Thank goodness Fairy is so committed to being an involved parent and knows the ropes as well as I do already. It's difficult to breastfeed when in pain, and I've pump-expressed into a bottle at one point, but ultimately I'm scared I'll have a major attack whilst I'm home alone with him.
I don't think I can keep doing this, night after night. But I don't have much choice! GRAR. F%$^#! pain.