It takes a fever...

I had my appointment with the surgeon on Wednesday, and she made the decision that I needed my gallbladder out. We scheduled the surgery on Thursday, May 7. But apparently, the secret to making doctors move quickly is to develop a fever of almost 101....And I don't ever run fevers. So Wednesday night, I ate about 2-3 ounces of blah grilled chicken and started having the belly pain again. Only this time, I developed a fever also. Well, that was on my instructions was if you get a fever, to go back to the ER. So, back I went. This time, the ER doctor came in (before the nurse had even done anything because the doctor recognized me but couldn't figure out where from...me bringing in patients at work...again gotta love the perks of being a paramedic, you get the doctor's attention when you come in AS the patient) and almost immediately said "you've bought yourself a bed upstairs." Not only did I have a fever, but my pulse was 130 (normally supposed to be at least below 100) and my potassium was low again...still don't know what caused that. So...Thursday morning at about 1:15 am, I was admitted upstairs at at about 4 in the afternoon, they yanked my gallbladder. Other than coming out of the anesthesia needing a breathing treatment, I felt a billion times better...then the pain meds wore off. I no longer had the pain I'd been having for the past month, but my abs are sore (I feel like I've done a billion sit-ups). Other than sore abs, I feel great! I was sent home Friday evening. I'm not moving as fast as I'd like to, but hey, that will come. The only "downside" so to speak is I don't get to work again until I get back from my mission. I feel like I've been shortchanged in that way, but at least I'm feeling better. More about leaving work in a later post. Just thought I'd update y'all. Well, the pain meds don't allow for long periods of awake time yet, so I'm gonna go take a nap. I appreciate all the prayers from everyone.