Independence day brings cupcakes and surgery.
Emelie baked and iced these cupcakes for our local American Legion for a 4th of July event…some lucky person on a cake walk will end up with a dozen of them.
She had to ice them at Izzy’s however, because as you might have noticed yesterday, I went missing in action.
Two weeks ago on Monday, I had a gall bladder attack. I didn’t know what was happening; I thought perhaps I was dying. The ER misdiagnosed me with a UTI and constipation and sent me home. I was asymptomatic for both, but I had no other ideas of what could be causing my pain so I went with it. The following week and 1/2 (last week and early this week) involved upper abdominal pains that just kept getting worse and worse. Finally Monday I saw my doctor who said he’d bet his mortgage it was gall stones. I had a sonogram; my gall bladder, on the sonogram, looked like a bag of black and white peanut M&Ms.
Yesterday I had a consult with a surgeon and after that headed straight to the hospital to have my gall bladder removed.
I hurt. A lot.
So, this post is over and I’d really covet all y’all’s prayers for healing.