Ugh.

Last year when I was pregnant with Kate, I got very sick the last three days of school. When I say sick, I mean, I wanted to die sick. The last three days were torture, but who calls in sick the last week of school? I was so sick that I slept in the corner for about 15 minutes while I had my kids watch a movie. Finally, the last day of school came and I went home to recuperate. That night I ended up in the ER with two things; dehydration and a gall bladder attack. The gall bladder attach was so painful, I thought I was going into early labor. I was scared, Nik was scared, and so were the people in the ER and Birth Center. No one quite knew what to do with me. They pumped me full of fluids and sent me home. They told me my gall bladder had sludge and that it was probably pregnancy related and wouldn't give me any more problems after I had the baby.

They were wrong.

Last Monday I woke out of a deep sleep (well, as deep as I can get since I'm still nursing Kate) in a lot of pain. I knew exactly what it was. I didn't wake Nik right away, hoping that it would pass. It didn't.

I ended up back in the ER. This time, since I wasn't pregnant, they pumped me full of pain meds instead of fluid. The pain went away and I slept like a baby. That stuff they gave me was awesome!

Long story short, my gall bladder and I don't get along anymore, and I'd like a divorce. We have irreconcilable differences and I want him out. So, my mother in-law and brother in-law have scheduled my court date surgery for the day after school gets out, Friday June 19th.

I'm very nervous.

I've never been under general anesthesia before and the two things I am most scared of is the damn tube in my throat and blood clots.

I trust my mother in-law and brother in-law with my life. Good thing they are the two doing the surgery.