Sometimes It Means Something

Wow!  What a trip this has been and thank you Jesus for being there every step of the way.  I could stop right there and you would know that I've been through an experience that I was not expecting, yet realize that my faith in God's healing power has been astounding.  But, you know me and how I like to expound on stuff...so...we will start with the picture that says a thousand words...

I very rarely have aches and pains, and when I do...I believe and trust that God will take care of the situation.  I learned recently that sometimes that healing comes from the skilled hands of a surgeon.  I am not someone that cries "wolf", so when I have a severe pain in my side that can't be explained by something I've eaten or by strain from exercising...it probably means something.  When I was sent home from the emergency room on Wednesday evening with pain medicine and told that nothing was wrong...I was a little confused.  I was told to follow up with a Gastroenterology and Internal Medicine Physician and made an appointment to see someone on that Friday.  The doctor that the ER referred me to couldn't see me, but I was able to get into another doctor on that Friday, who after examining me immediately admitted me to the hospital.

My hospital experience was nothing less than a miracle, starting with the doctor that was on call for the one that I had seen in the doctor's office.  She turned out to be one in the same Physician that had been recommended to me while in the ER, that couldn't see me earlier. 

She immediately ordered a CT Scan and had a very good surgeon join my case.  The CT Scan showed that NOTHING was wrong...again I was confused.  Both the surgeon and the gastroenterologist were not satisfied with stopping there and sending me home because I was in so much pain.  They ordered another test which would show how well my gall bladder was functioning.  On Saturday, this new test was performed and it was horrible...they shot some kind of thick stuff in my IV that would cause my gall bladder to react and show how well my gall bladder was working and show whether there was a blockage.  I laid flat on my back for over an hour while they studied my gall bladder.

The test showed that my gall bladder was functioning at a  very low percentage and needed to come out.  The anesthetist came to my room on Saturday evening and told my hubby and I that I would be having surgery on Sunday morning at 8am.  I was so thirsty and was going to be without water for another evening, so that I could have surgery without complications.  So, back to ice chips and another long night.

I had surgery the next morning as planned and woke up in my room sick at my stomach.  Bobby said that he was not prepared to see me like that.  He said I looked dead...it kind of took him aback.  As the day wore on and I started coming around, my surgeon came in and explained my surgery and said I could go home later that day if I felt like it.  I made sure I felt like it! :-)

A week and a half later I had my follow up appointment with my surgeon and I can go back to work.  It is amazing to me how quickly your body can heal.  I am doing really well and am able to go back to regular activity as long as I rest when needed and don't lift anything weighing over 10 pounds. 

Sometimes when you have pain in your side and the tests show that nothing is wrong...Sometimes, it means there is still something wrong.  Believe me...I've been there.