Fred Mills said:
It is great to see young Paul Norton, back in stride, posting such a long note…
It should be celebrated that Paul has just survived the removal of his long cherished “Golly Bladder”. We have missed his good company over the past three weeks, and look forward to his company (Even his complaints !!) next Saturday…
Welcome back, Paul
It’s been a hell of a ride.
On the Sunday of the Victoria Day Holiday (one week before Memorial Day) I suffered a severe gall bladder attack. So severe I was injected with morphine in the ambulance and once again at the hospital so I was able to sleep.
Back home, I spent two days after that doing a lot of sleeping. My waking hours included wild temperature swings, no energy, and no appetite. Half a bagel and a glass of milk was a meal.
On the third day I had the shakes from Monday’s morphine injections. I felt physically and mentally exhausted.
It took three more days before I regained my appetite, and another week before I felt somewhat normal.
Over the last decade my normal weight was 243 pounds. Last May I lost 10 pounds after a mild attack laid me up for four days. After that I changed my diet to avoid another attack and trimmed off another 10 pounds over the year. My lower back pain which had nagged me twenty years disappeared. After this recent attack I dropped another 10 pounds and had to buy all new summer clothes. I went down a shirt size and two pant sizes.
This past Monday morning, I had my gall bladder removed. That day and the next two were just like those following my gall bladder attack. I began to wonder why I volunteered for surgery.
It took until today to regain regained my appetite, and will probably take another week before I felt somewhat normal again. This morning I weighed 208 pounds. My new pants now feel loose on me.
If you ever suffer a gall bladder attack and think you can avoid another by changing your diet and losing weight, forget it. The next attack will be 10 times more severe. Get the damn thing removed. I was surprised to learn how members of our small club have already had theirs removed.
Now I wonder if I can eat spare ribs again? That was the one thing I craved while dieting. I can almost taste that Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ sauce.