Second Opinion

I tend to fret a lot over weird things. Like getting a second opinion for example.
I care way too much about hurting feelings or creating awkward scenarios sometimes. I honestly think the other doctor could care less that I went to someone else, but either way, I fretted and worried and fretted and worried and asked Ben a million times if he thought I was doing the right thing. After 3 attacks in 24 hours and many tears...I stopped fretting, I was past caring anymore.

In the end, I made the call and set up the appointment. Few!

This dude was so incredibly awkward and weird it was amazing.

He would ask a question and then write on his paper FOREVER without saying anything. No expression, no eye contact, no emotion. nadda. He did this for like 5 minutes while Ben and I sat there exchanging looks back and forth of "uummm, o.k., hope this guy says something soon." I almost burst out laughing for no reason, just because it was so awkward in there.

He then did the wonderful poking and prodding, which is oh, so much fun. Nothing like getting your already painful organ pushed around. It took a good 1/2 hour to stop throbbing after that.

Then out came the chart of the gallbladder. He explained a few things that he thought could be wrong, but just like before, they couldn't be seen without a H-scan.

This dude said that the scan can be done on pregnant women, and that the risk to the baby is minimal. He is going to call my ob and see if he can do the test.
Even if the test shows something not good, he is still very hesitant about doing surgery on a pregnant woman, but he will at least look into it, depending on what they find. Again, the risks from gallbladder surgery are minimal, but they are still there.

He also gave me a prescription for vicodin and said that if it didn't work, he would write a prescription for morphine, which apparently can be taken in pill form. Loopy lady coming your way!

Basically, he is going to try to help me ride this out until the baby is born, but he isn't totally closed to the idea of surgery either.

I feel so much better knowing that someone listened to me, understood the pain, and is willing to do what they can. Even if all he can do is try to make me as comfortable as possible for the next 4 months...at least he is trying!

Best of all...no attacks today (so far)! I feel like a free woman. Maybe I can get lucky and make it two days in a row. Cross your fingers.

A good friend of ours emailed Ben the other day and said something profound. He said that when you have so much stuff like this going on, it makes just the normal every day life seem like bliss. And he is very right. When we just have a normal week or even a normal day, it feels wonderful! I am learning to bask in the normality of life. I am trying not to get bored so quickly, and just enjoy the fact that all is well.

And all will be well, I can feel it! Carpe Diem!