At the beginning of the year I suffered my first gallstone attack and a scan back in January more or less confirmed that I needed to get my gallbladder removed. In the time since I’ve started going to the gym and watching what I ate. I went back to a vegetarian diet (actually I’m practically vegan these days) and I’ve lost over a stone in weight which is all great steps for healthy living in my book but I still suffered from these attacks with each one being more painful then the last. At the beginning of August my boyfriend and I went out to see a friends band one Friday night and ended up in A&E after an attack caught me off guard. Still free morphine and I was *just* well enough to go to Bloodstock the next weekend which was nice.
A couple of weeks later I ended up in A&E again only this time via ambulance and not taxi. This time I was kept in overnight and sufficiently doped up to the eyeballs (best high of my life hahaha). The next day I was asked if I would like my gallbladder took out that day. My reply “HELL YEAH!!!!” and so I’ve been recovering ever since, missing out on a trip to London and a Lady Gaga gig in the process. This is my last week on sick leave and yes it has been nice to relax and not have to worry if each mouthful of food was going to create agonising pain but fuck me I’m bored now. My flat has never been so clean, also I’m purely on the bones of my arse due to being on sick so I literally cannot wait to get back to work and earn some moolah.