School's Out Due to Gall Stones

Ugh. In all my 42 years, I've never called 9-1-1. So, when I call for myself in the middle of night, it must be bad. The pain in my mid-section started about 7 pm and got steadily worse throughout the evening until finally, at midnight, I had to call for help. Poor Vicki; she was sound asleep and had to get up to wait for the ambulance with me. I didn't even have shoes on. I didn't car at that point. Off to the ER I went, where they gave me pain killers and some tests. Ultra sound showed gall stones. The tacos for dinner did me in, I guess. First time we had tacos in about 2 years, too. Kenzie's fault, she asked for them. Back to the story: At about 4:30 am, this am, I called Vicki to come pick me up. She had to wake up Alex to let him know he was in charge while she was gone.

I go to a specialist on the 18th for a follow-up, and to see if I keep my gall bladder, or not. If they take it out, I hope they let me keep it in a jar. That would be a great homeschool teaching tool. Several lessons: anatomy, organ preservation, nutrition (eat less fat, etc.). Not to mention the 'ick' factor. I'll put it next to my fetal cat-in-a-jar that I got from a college anatomy class where we dissected dead cats (mine died while preganant). I know, TMI, TMI, TMI as Connor would be saying right now. Don't worry, all the cats we used were either euthanized at a shelter, or were road kill.

Anyway, that's how my Second Day of School ended, and my Third Day of School began. I'm still debating whether to actually do school today, or not. Again, we'll have to wait and see.