Gall stones. Women who have had kids and gall stones all agree that gall stones are worse than delivering a baby by far.
I wanted to fucking die they hurt that badly. The worst part was I went to the hospital and because I'm not a fat slob, they didn't even consider that it was a possibility. They probably assumed I was just trying to score pain meds, and didn't run any tests on me until the next day when a new doctor came in and I hadn't slept or moved out of a position I managed to find that allowed me to breath a bit without causing myself too much pain. By the time the tests came back, I had passed them.
Had my gallbladder removed last April. I’ve felt your pain friend, two stones were so large they wouldn’t go through the duct and impacted into my bladder wall.
Which hurt more, the gallbladder or the bladder?
christ man, at what age do they appear and why?
The gall bladder stores bile which your body uses to break down fats from your diet. The stones form when you are deficient in bile or eat a bunch of shit that clogs your gall bladder, and usually hits people over 45. In my case, when I was 12 I stepped on a nail and was told to get a tetanus shot. A few weeks later I was in the hospital with an appendix that was in the process of bursting. I spent almost 4 days after the surgery having a tube up my nose and down my throat sucking out bile, which made me deficient in bile that would set me up for the stones about 20 years later.
Nobody ever told me about replacing the bile, which can be easily done by taking bile salts (pill form) sold at damn nearby health food store.
Eat lots of real fats (animal) and avoid foods that spike your insulin level (sugars and carbs) and you will avoid gall stones along with a shit load of other health issues that plague our society.
The pain is nothing to even wish on someone. I was constantly thinking about how to kill myself, everything from going to a busy street and throwing my head under a bus, to running my car in the garage with me in it. But I am white and as soon as I would think of anything like this, I would also think about how much of an inconvenience that would be for everyone on the bus, how me dying on my property would affect the resale value of my house, and for every single method, I would always think about how fucked up my kids would become without their real dad. I was trying to convince myself that if they knew the pain I was in, they would give me permission to go.
Take care of your gall bladder.
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