Attack of the Gallstones and Duodenitis

Laying in the gurney I was exhausted from the overwhelming pain and discomfort. Lightly shivering I tried to curl into the smallest ball to maintain my body heat, despite the fever, under three blankets and a hospital sheet. Hours past ever so slowly as I struggled to catch my breath and I was so terribly thirsty. The IV only partially began to quench my chapped lips, I tried to form spit in my mouth to swallow, my dehydration was ever so frustrating; the dehydration from hours of back-to-back vomiting. I prayed for relief, I prayed for answers, I thanked God for my husband keeping his wits and emotions about him and I was thankful for the staff in finding answers. Continue reading “Attack of the Gallstones and Duodenitis”