A day or two after we went to Santa Barbara, I woke up early in the morning with a severe pain in my chest and back. The otc pain relievers we had didn’t help. Hot bath helped minorly. We were thinking about going to an ER but after talking to Dale’s mom, we decided it was probably constipation so Dale got some otc stuff and the pain went away once that was dealt with. Then it recurred the next night and several more times during the trip, sometimes happening twice in one night, but always in the very early morning.
The pain episodes continued after we got home, and nothing really seemed to help them once they got started, then they started getting worse and not just early in the morning. In November, I had one start in the late evening and after an hour the pain was so bad it hurt to breath, so Dale and I decided I should take myself to an ER (Livi was already in bed). I did and told them when I checked in that I thought I was having a gallbladder attack, and the bastards had me sit in the waiting area for another TWO HOURS before they saw me, and by then the pain was subsiding. Still, they did bloodwork (normal) and an x-ray (nothing odd), so they sent me home with a painkiller prescription.
The attacks continued and the painkillers didn’t help at all. During another seriously bad one, I went to the ER again (a different one because it was closer, but I took along the lab results from the first ER). This time, the pain was still bad when I was checked in, but it was subsiding (it had been 2 hrs since it started). I got a non-narcotic painkiller injection and some nasty stuff to numb my esophagus, then I was sent home.
The reason I hadn’t been to my regular doctor yet was because Dale lost his job just before the attacks started, and his HR company was taking their sweet damn time activing our COBRA coverage. It took TWO MONTHS to get coverage back.
About a week after the second ER visit, I had another attack start in the late evening on a Friday, and this time, the pain didn’t go away until Sunday. It would just lessen and grow throughout the weekend. Dale and I had had it by then so I went ahead and scheduled a GP office visit even though we didn’t have insurance coverage yet. That doc sent me for an ultrasound (which I had to pay for out of pocket, over $400), which didn’t reveal gallstones but did show that the walls of my gallbladder were constricted and thickened, preventing a good view. The bloodwork she ordered also showed elevated liver enzymes, and I was jaundiced.
She sent me on to a gastroenterologist. Fortunately, by the time I saw him, our insurance had been reinstated. He had me undergo an endoscopy and a HIDA-scan. The endoscopy revealed nothing but a normal digestive system. The HIDA-scan showed decreased gallbladder functioning. Based upon these results, previous test results, and my reported symptoms, he concluded I have gallbladder disease and possibly atypical gallstones. His recommendation was to remove my gallbladder. So he referred me to the surgeon I met with this afternoon.
So, three months to the day after the attacks started, I’ll have my gallbladder removed.
Ironically, I haven’t had an attack since the one that lasted all weekend. After two months of having them every 3-5 days, they stopped the day before I finally went to a doctor.