Monday morning I woke up with the worst pain I have ever felt. By the time daylight came and my husband woke up it was unbearable. I went to the ER and after all kinds of tests, the doctors determined that my gallbladder had to be removed.
During the day is not that bad, yet at night I am in so much pain. I am glad that I have the cats. Ever since I came home, they have been around me. They make me feel better. Nothing like some animal healing.
I am hoping that I continue to get better. Today I am nauseated. It could be worse. At least I have something other than my mental health to focus on.