Jul 31, 2008, 12:30 AM
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I've never broken a bone in my body. (I was a milk addict when I was younger... wish I could get back to that.) I've never had mono, strep, bronchitis, the flu, and I dont even remember when I had the Chicken Pox, because I was 6 months old when I had them (which actually means I'm quite the candidate to get them again, apparently... only this time, probably as shingles). Even when I get a cold, it tends to be little more than a nasty sore throat, cough, and the sniffles... of course, that's usually what a cold is.
That said, GFF knows of my most recent trip to the hospital, when my gallbladder needed an emergency removal. Not sure if that would be an 'injury' or an 'illness', but still. It was possibly the most painful thing I've ever experienced. I could barely breath, I just had this crippling ache under the bottom of my ribs, and it echoed into my back and shoulders. After 'riding out' the pain the first night, I couldnt put up with it again on the second, so a trip to the ER put me in the hospital for a little over a day. ER at 4 in the morning, surgery at 10am that morning, out of the hospital by 10am the next day. I was told that my gallbladder was practically a rock... 3 stones over a centimeter in diameter, 12 stones just a little under, and countless little ones. I was told I had difficulty breathing because one had worked its way out of the gallbladder into the ducts. I dont know how that would work, but hey, I'm not arguing, as long as its gone. That would be pretty much the only time I've been in the hospital for anything.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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