Day Two Hundred and Ninety Two.

    I had a very emotional morning prior to going to work and a lot had to do with the fact that my primary care physician got back to me first thing in the morning. Instead of her giving me the okay that surgery on Friday would be a good thing she said if I wanted her to she would schedule some alternative testing. I was pretty upset because if she thought something else could have been going on she should have told me in the first place, before having me talk to surgery! Now, being in the health care profession I understand that you need to be careful how you give advice because you can get sued. However, I was upset that someone who I trust couldn't give me an honest answer and instead gave me some wishy washy response which made me feel even worse.
    Due to the fact that I was distracted this morning I didn't get much done around the house but I did put the spare room sheets in the washing machine. As I was getting ready for work I thought I had saved enough time to walk my dog but when I finally had time to take her it started storming:( She has to go to the groomers tomorrow so I'm definitely going to have to walk her when she gets back home or she'll really be upset. Right around the time I had lunch I spoke with my boyfriend on the phone and I felt bad because it was a conversation all about how upset I felt. Even though I was a mess he was really sweet and made me feel better, like he usually does.
    So tonight at work I actually had a conversation with one of the ER doctors who took care of me when I first had these issues several weeks ago. He told me that with the results of the one scan, which proved abnormal, at some point in my life I would have to have my gallbladder out. He also said that this gallbladder defect will never get better and can possibly be controlled by diet, but it's difficult to do that. I definitely trust him and I think it was something I needed to hear. I would rather have it out now, then wait to get it out when I'm older and the recovery won't be so easy. At this point I'm going to try to stop freaking myself out and just go into this with the attitude that I need to do this to feel better. I actually feel like my surgeon probably has the same view point or he wouldn't be doing the surgery in the first place.
    I did a good amount of hand washing tonight including using a lot of water-less hand sanitizer. I knew I would based on where I was working, but honestly it could have been way worse. Tomorrow is my day off and I have a few errands to run, but not a huge amount. I think I need a few hours with "Gone With the Wind". Alright, until next time.