Erm, yeah, like the title says or is meant to say is I'm in a bit of pain. X3  Pretty sure it's nothing TOO bad, but just to be sure and/or get opinions I'm posting this. ^^;

See, this past week my grandparents have come up to Indiana to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary and the whole rest of the family flew in to celebrate and take the family picture.  On Friday everything is fine, everyone has arrived.  We have a get-together grill-out at our house and I partook in the provided foods (mainly just a hot dog and bits and pieces of snacks 'cuz I don't care for everything else X3) and tried walking some of the meal off up and down the rural roads where my house is.  After a while I started developing what I guess is heartburn (I never really had it before) and I was very uncomfortable, but this was mainly by the time everyone had left.  After a while the pain in my chest moved down into my stomach and I tossed and turned almost all night trying to sleep.  Guess I only slept four hours.

Saturday I was still in some pain.  Ma got me some Alka Seltzer which tastes awful. X3  I'm not sure if it really HELPED, but after a while the pain went away from the left, but remained on the right.  I didn't think, after a while, the pain was bad enough to go to the hospital... besides we kinda had plans.  We were planning to take a family picture later that day at my aunt's house, and Ma playfully stated if my stomach ailments were related to my appendix and I died they'd prop up my body for the picture. XD Isn't she a gem?  Anyway, we go to auntie's, and all I wanna do is sit.  Most of the family members come later than scheduled, and we're stalled a bit because Grandma forgot to wear BLUE JEANS for the picture rather than khakis so we had to wait a bit.  Then we finally start getting assembled for the picture.  We're a fairly large family of maybe 30 people and quite a few kids under 10 years old, so it took a fair bit.  I was positioned fairly quickly and I was already uncomfortable.  They said they'd take about 20 pictures, and the little ones behaving and looking where they should took time.  As I was standing there I was really starting to feel like I really would faint.  It got so bad that I started seeing spots and my vision got really bad.  Dad was standing behind me and said he'd catch me if I fell, and Ma held my hand.  I mean, 3 pictures in I felt like "Screw the picture, I wanna lie down."  But I held in, the vision issue cleared up fairly quickly and we got through 'em. ... Then they wanted a picture of the grandchildren and great-grandchildren with the grandparents. X333 Luckily I got to sit on a bench that my sis-in-law was sitting on rather than continue sitting.  I didn't want to screw up the positioning at the time. X3  I didn't know they wanted pictures of the grandchildren! I think they took less pictures, and when that was done I sat under a tree and waited for the others to get done.  After the pictures everyone would have a little party outside in the barn (yeah, the aunt lives on a farm, feel free to break out the "Indiana is all corn" or whatever jokes XDD) but as by now most everyone was aware I wasn't feeling well they understood that I should rest at home.  I slept better that night, I guess.

Sunday... ugh.  I got up.  I knew people would be at the house because Ma said she was cooking a breakfast of sausage and gravy for anyone willing to have it.  So I was kind of embarrassed that I came out into the garage where they were eating/talking (the garage is a "social" gathering place as it's roomier than inside the house when there are seats and tables set up) and most asked how I was and I said I still hurt.  I had a few family members wondering if it was my appendix and/or if I should go to the hospital.  Considering my right side was harder than my left side I thought I should, even though in about 3 hours my grandparents would have their anniversary party at the fairgrounds.  I felt bad about having Ma (their daughter) take me, but I'm more comfortable with her than Dad and I really WASN'T feeling any better. 

Dad suggested not pussy-footing to the local hospital and go to the big-city hospital 40 minutes away.  Somewhere along the road Ma decides to take me to a new hospital rather than the one we usually go to.  I was really too weak and tired to wanna argue, and at the time I thought "Why not?  Just get me somewhere."  So we get to the ER and they ask me all the basic first-time patient questions, even while they're trying to draw blood which I REALLY don't like.  They deduced from the blood flow and other evidence that I was low on liquids, so they stuck me on an IV... which having the tube helped because they kept injecting other stuff in which would normally involve more needles, but they just stuck it in the tube. X3  Ma kept asking how long it would take because the party would start soon, so the staff tried to hurry along.  Glad they had a TV in there. X3  Anyway, because we were on a schedule they couldn't do everything and my doctor didn't have anything to do with it they told me I could have gallstones.  Since the party was close to starting they just scheduled me for an ultrasound the following morning... at 7:00am.  Waking up at 5:40.  NOT.  COOL.  They also gave me a diet plan to follow to keep the gallbladder from reacting badly.  I'm already on a diet and I was planning to back off of it soon. X3

So, we made it to the party almost an hour after it started.  I had a few family members ask me how I was and told them a bit of what I knew, but honestly I was a little groggy from the drugs and just wanted to sit down and try watching some of the anniversary picture video they made.  After maybe 30 minutes my sis-in-law drove me home where I periodically napped while watching a Married with Children maraton. X3  And after a while the living room got noisy with the party people returning, so I soon went to bed, about 9:00.  Sheesh.

Monday, woke up, honestly feeling better than the last few days.  Probably because I was really dehydrated and hardly ate at all Saturday onwards.  So, we (Ma and I) go back down there, get the ultrasound done.  The tech said legally she wasn't allowed to tell me what she saw, but it gave 'em some answers and they would call with the results later.  Now, we ASSUMED it would be later that day, so Ma set up an appointment with our regular doctor to see me to look over the results and tell me about 'em since he didn't have anything to do with it.  Basically a second opinion I guess. 9_9  So, I would have to go down there again at 2:45, this time with Dad since Ma was working.  We go there... and the people at the hospital had yet to have the results ready!  The doctor called over twice and they still weren't ready!  Well, I went in anyway, got my pulse checked, bloodpressure, all that pre-check-up spit, waited maybe 30 minutes (good thing I brought toys to play with X3) before the doctor comes in and tells me still no results, all they have is the list of what they did to me the day before. -_-  Basically we should've gone to the hospital we usually go to, is what he said.  So, we wasted a 40-minute trip.  And rather than have this repeated he told me he would call with the results sometime Tuesday.  ... Yeah.  See, I was worried if I had to actually go to the doctor's JUST to get my test results and then go home, you usually think it's something bad... real bad... TERMINAL, you know?  Toast!  *sigh*

A bunch of BS.  Signs points to gallstones, so it shouldn't be too bad, right?  Even if they have to remove it it's not that big a deal anymore, according to people who have had it done within the last few years.  I mean, get a few holes poked in ya, seal 'em up, go on home!  Yeah.  So I SHOULD know the results sometime on Tuesday, unless those people at the hospital are busy with other things.  Cheezus, people!

I'll let y'all know in an update.  Wish me luck *luvs 'n hugs*

UPDATE #1 Tues: Results are in!  I have gallstones and my doctor says they'll go ahead and cut the gallbladder out.  He's setting up an appointment for me to get the surgery on Thursday at the local hospital and send me home later that day.

UPDATE #2 Weds: Ugh, the surgeon my doctor wanted me to see wouldn't be able to operate until after July 1st... MAJOR BS!  Eh, Ma called around I guess, and I got counciling done with a different doctor.  He gave me the 411, said it's best to get the GB out rather than remove the stones to prevent them from returning.  Amazingly, he had another gallbladder patient cancel, so I'll be taking their place and having surgery tomorrow.  Fairwarning now I probably won't be online or too chatty for a couple days, but I'll let y'all know if I'm still alive afterwards. <3

UPDATE #3 Thurs/Fryday: ... Well, technically I'm still alive. X3 Glad I didn't wait those two weeks; I had a rotten gallbladder and a hernia in my bellybutton.  Woooooow. <_<  I'm mostly sleeping and walking around and throwing up. XP Just threw up green stuff a bit ago. XPPPP I should be normal by Sunday.