I’m so glad I had to get my gall bladder removed, said nobody ever…. Except me! Don’t get me wrong… waiting in emergency on our last night in Melbourne was pretty extreme and painful until they gave me the magical morphine. After that things were peachy with rainbows and unicorns.I didn’t even know what a gallbladder was until that day. Apparently it’s what helps you digest particularly fatty foods. Once a gallbladder is taken out, a patient should be. Little more careful with their diet…. Not as much fatty foods and way more water. Which brings me to the reason I’m a little happy it’s been taken out. I’m a bit of a slow learner…. And could sometimes be described as stubborn. Dieting is a very tricky thing to do when there’s so much yummy unhealthy foods out there (mmmm, crunchy hot chips). It simply would not happen of my own free will. I have been on strict healthy eating plans in the past because of my endometriosis and PCOS but ended up giving up on them when all it did was make me fatigued and hangry (hungry&angry). I think now if I eat anything too fatty my body is going to let me know. I’m hoping it won’t be subtle but will give me a decent kick in the guts. I don’t listen to subtle very well.So… here’s hoping for a reasonably pain free recovery but a lifestyle change that will be for the better. It’s amazing what a trip to the hospital can do to change your life.
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