In case you were wondering where I went all this week, I was at Forsyth Medical Center in Winston-Salem having major abdominal surgery. I didn’t have the world’s best diet, and as a result, I developed gallstones. One of those gallstones, about 7 mm in diameter, got stuck in my common bile duct and caused excruciating pain, the kind that had me doubled up in bed all night Monday and all morning Tuesday. Finally at about 6:00 a.m., I went downstairs and told my parents that they’d have to take me to the hospital, that I couldn’t go on another hour like that. They took me to the local hospital in Kernersville where I live, and they did an ultrasound, confirming the presence of gallstones. From there I was transferred to the major hospital, where I had two procedures done —
- An ECRP, which is an endoscopic procedure that uses a balloon at the end of a catheter to push the gallstone out of the bile duct and into my intestines so I can…well…poop it out. Such fun.
- The gallbladder removal itself, which was yesterday. Its full name is “laparoscopic cholecystectomy.” I have four incisions in my abdomen; one near my bellybutton, which is where the camera went in, and then three others. They hurt, but more like a dull ache kind of hurt, as opposed to a stabbing, shooting pain kind of hurt.
Essentially, this is all my fault. I didn’t take care of myself the way I should, and as a result, learned a very painful and expensive lesson. Don’t let this happen to you. Please be smarter than I was.