My gallbladder hates the month of April. Or April hates my gallbladder. I’m not sure which. You see, our annual 5K is Friday and I’m a little nervous. I had big plans of training this year and not getting beat (as badly) by my children.
But April came around and I quit running. It’s hard to run when you can’t take a deep breath and it feels like someone’s sitting on your chest. No, it’s not a heart attack. It’s my gallbladder. This happened last April too, right before the 5K. I went to the doctor and had an ultrasound which showed a few stones. I even consulted with a surgeon. He told me that 80% of people have gallstones and don’t even know it. He said I shouldn’t have surgery unless it was really bothering me. By the time I met with the surgeon it wasn’t bothering me. And since I would prefer to keep all my organs, I let it go. I'd decided I was miraculously healed.
3 weeks ago it came back to torture me for 2 weeks. Now I’m pain free. But here it is, time again for the 5K and I’m not prepared.
Wish me luck!