Gall bladder?

So last monday I spent about 2 hours writhing in pain, feeling like my stomach was trying to turn itself inside out. It subsided, but I returned to my diet of saltines and ginger ale which I had been sustaining myself on for the previous two weeks.

So... I went to the doctor.

She chatted, then poked around on my belly for a bit. And sent me for bloodwork and an ultrasound.

The ultrasound was two days ago. The tech pointed out my gall bladder when she was done, then stressed the importance of sticking to my bland, tasteless, fatless diet.

*sigh*

Just waiting for my doc to call now.

Gallbladder schmallbladder.

omg. Texas now has something MAJOR going for it.

Coca-cola made with... REAL SUGAR.

None of that HFCS crap.

It came in a glass bottle... that required a can opener. One sip and I was transported back to when I was young. We'd go to Hickory Hill to get bottles of coke. Aaaaah.

LOL. The good ole days. When a soda was a special treat and not an every day item.

I'm getting over my second illness in the past month.

Seriously.

First, I had a really bad case of strep. The kind where I needed a spitoon because I couldn't freaking swallow at all. The sore throat started on, of all days, Valentines Day. I'd been keeping an eye on my tonsils (can't see the back of my throat through them), and sure enough, spots appeared. Saturday night I had Jer drop me off at the urgent care center. The doc had a little 'chat' with me first about the flu, the "not flu", and then said "lets take a look at your throat".

Those words sealed his doom.

He pulled out his little tongue depressor and stuck it in my mouth. Which kicked my gag reflex and I "kacked" on him. While he was working on cleaning his face off...

Yeah, he got me the trash can in time. Let it be known that I HATE puking with a passion. I can't just hurl through my mouth, it needs to go through my nose as well. With a throat as sore as mine was, I couldn't clean my sinuses out. So... ew.

Anyway, he said after seeing my throat he'd normally do a quick strep, but considering what had just happened, and from how "fire engine red" my throat was, it was definately strep and he wasn't going to stress my throat from getting a culture. Good idea. I just sat there and nodded as I held the trash can. After a full 24 hours of antibiotics, I was swallowing again.

Then came the nasty yeast infection.

Then this past week I had some weird-ass stomach virus. Ginger Ale and Saltines became the staples of life. Of course, I had to puke with this one as well. Three times. Ugh. I think I have reached my puking limit for the year already.