Whine

When not feeling well, I can find myself whining. I don't like to be that person, but I am all too often. I still have some extreme personality issues where I go from one extreme to another. So, I may be very quiet and not talkative at all and then wham oh, I am whining. Bet you are feeling bad for dash about now!

Here's a prime example: I am waiting to hear from the doctor about my gallbladder. I went in last Monday to take Cman to get an antibiotic and I mentioned some pain I was experiencing. (At that point I thought I would be sent home with extra strength antacids.) I was, lets just say, shocked to find out that I had described textbook Gallbladder disease. First of all, I don't read text books...Especially those for medical stuff, it's a long story. Second of all, I would never have described something that the primary treatment is surgery.

So, as I tried to take it back and delete the conversation--amusing my doctor--I had to accept that my pain was indeed not heartburn, but pain that in all actuality would not be going away anytime soon.

I am better in the mornings prior to eating. Low fat foods don't cause as much pain. Anyway, for those of you who haven't had this problem yet, (I'm assuming all of you...) You don't want it! I like to think I have a high pain tolerance and I am not tolerating this very well. At least it's not life threatening and the pain is not there all the time. But I still find myself wanting to complain. I am just hoping that the doctors have more information this week and that we can get this taken care of sooner then later. Oh, yeah...and I can't eat much of my birthday pie...it's not low fat :(. So I've been quieter this past week because I wasn't feeling well. I'll probably be quieter this week because I'm not feeling well and hopefully I'll be back in full swing in no time. I'm told that the once they do the operation recoup time is not that bad.