Surgery is over.
I had laparoscopic gall bladder surgery yesterday.
Today I feel like I’ve been run over by a Volkswagen Bug.
If you have the traditional gall bladder surgery you would feel like you’ve been run over by a Mack Truck.
The chatty 25-year-old in the next bed had gall bladder surgery a couple of hours before me. Because of her age–and because she was comparing it to a C-section–it seemed like she’d been run over by a bicycle on training wheels.
I will get back to you all when the tire tracks don’t hurt quite so much. (Of course with all your prayers and well-wishes and energy…that will probably be soon! Thank you a million times for all the love. I have never felt this much love in my whole life.)