in the hospital

Greetings to you from my fifth floor perch at the hospital. In the distance I can see the lights of the city--kind of cool--and the otherworldly garish glow of Monster Walmart.

I'm okay. Baby is fine. Gall bladder sucks. Today I get to try eating and drinking clear liquids to see if I can actually keep something down. The plan is to see if they can keep my gall bladder calm enough to make it through the pregnancy. Apparently the poor thing is rife with stones and sludge and has significant thickening of the wall. Nope, never had problems with it before. The monster protein diet probably sent me over the edge.

So, Monday they will decide. I'm hoping to NOT have surgery until post-baby. But I also don't want to have another experience like I had on Wednesday and Thursday. Very awful. Still feeling quite up and down, and haven't ingested a thing since then, but so much better. I've never had quite such an experience and hope not to repeat it.

Starting to feel a little blinky, so I'll say goodnight or good morning for now.