My Internal Organs Are Working!

How do I know my internal organs are working?  Because I feel these babies in them.......

Yes, these are gallstones and no, they are not mine.  The reason these are not mine is because mine are still within the confines of my gallbladder.  They may look like sweet little pebbles that would look pretty in a rock garden but they don't feel so pretty.  They hurt and they make you nauseous and they need to be taken out in one way only.  So, next week I go in to have a surgeon consult and we discuss my surgery and hopefully I will feel some relief shortly there after.  The good news with all of this?  I have dropped a good amount of weight since even water can kick my butt and send me running for the bathroom.  As much as this weight loss excites me, I do not want to keep my friends within me for much longer.  So, I apologize for not being on here as much, I try to lay down as much as possible and do nothing, ti seems when I do too much they get aggravated and voice their opinion.  I do have some exciting things coming up on my good 'ol blog though.  I hinted a while ago about some flying pigs and pretty soon all will be revealed.  So, stay tuned and tell your friends, I promise it is going to be a good time!!!!

Mortified

With all my medical stuff that is happening lately, my doc has ordered quite a few tests.  She is basically going down her list of "could be's", starting with the worst and so on and so forth.  We had a scare with the test for blood clots in my lungs but it turns out they are all clear.  So, she has moved on to my heart.  Today I had an ultrasound done on my heart.  It went ok and am hoping to have the results back soon.  However, the outfit they make you wear to have this test done is horrid.  A well built man who loves his abs must have created this sucker.  I was thinking I would have a hospital gown or something similar.  Boy was I ever wrong!  This thing, this tiny thing was made out of tissue paper.  I was so scared of ripping it in 2 and being completely naked by the time to technician came in.  With the size of this thing though, I might as well have been naked.  The thing barely came together in the front and you couldn't pull it shut, again, tissue paper.  And not only did it not come together all the way in the front but it went maybe 2 inches below the chest line.  Like one of those half shirts from the eighties, only made out of tissue paper and lord knows I am not looking like I did in the eighties.  My muffin top was out in full force for all the world to see.  I am sure the technician was able to find where to put her doppler by following the map laying before her, otherwise known as my pasty skin riddled with proof of 3 babies grown inside.  Like having a heart ultrasound isn't bad enough but they need to make you nervous before they even enter the room.  I was mortified!!!