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Ok, now that we've established that I'm not enlightened...

Can we at least agree that I was RIGHT about having a gall bladder attack...

Had the ultrasound this morning and the sonographer was LOVELY, friendly, informative, witty, all the things you might hope from a medical professional when you're in pain, half starved and have had to leave your 10 week old baby in the care of another person TWO SUBURBS away (ok, so his own father, but still, I've NEVER left a child that young so far away before)...

Apparently, my gall bladder looks "far from normal"... Gosh where have I heard that phrase before. I mean, have I ever had a scan of any part of my body that came back looking "normal"? Oh well. Ok, so the lining of my gall bladder that should be "yay" thick, is 10x thicker than it should be.

Was told to go see my doctor today. Now, I knew that wasn't going to happen because I attend one of the few remaining bulk billing centres in my suburb. The earliest appointment I could get with my nominated dr was January 27th, rofl! Told the receptionist my results would be faxed in this afternoon at 4.30pm and that I have severe gall bladder inflammation, and WDYK! Suddenly she found me an appointment for tomorrow morning at 10am, my other doctor, so not the one the results were being faxed to but apparently that wouldn't be a problem.

So it looks like my future holds surgery. Certainly keyhole surgery, hopefully not the full "cut every layer" method that'll have me banned from lifting anything for 6 weeks...

Despite now having to face some of my biggest fears in life, I'm relieved. I'm relieved to have the diagnosis, and I'm relieved that it wasn't all just in my head about it being the gall bladder. I'm deeply thankful that I followed my intuition on this and didn't just take the word of Drs who were only interested in ticking boxes and sending me on my way...

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