Last night we actually ended up at Pioneer Valley – AGAIN, instead of a night of relaxation and Twilight with my nursing wee one, I got to have around 8-10 anxiety attacks after leaving my girl, feeling inadequate, having no idea what was wrong with me or what the pains meant, and of course… steering a different path than the one that my (lately) sensitive brain had already set into place for the night.
Turns out I had a galbladder attack, and chances are, the similar pain I had about 2 weeks ago that lasted a little over 5 minutes was the same thing. Well, except this one was about an 8-9 on the pain scale and lasted for 20 minutes at that level, then going down to a residual lower level pain from about 8pm to after 10pm. Which compared to the level 8-9 pain, I tolerated it. Fun stuff. I don’t recommend it. I’ll update more when I know more, but for now… happy photos! These are from when Dad, Tanya, and Gma visited us this month.