A Thing The Size of a Twinkie Has Changed My Summer Plans Entirely

Hi everyone! I know you haven’t seen me in awhile. While it’s partially because I’ve been busy and wanted to take a break from blogging, it’s also partially because of this thing.

Gallbladder

Last Wednesday, I woke up to an awful stomach ache. Imagine having a food baby inside of you who is highly trained in karate and is desperately trying to exit your stomach via your back. Ow.

I went to the doctor and after some ultrasounds (which seemed uninterpretable to me, as they just looked like a neon glow stick party inside my stomach – this is why I’m not a doctor), they determined that this little Christmas-light-looking organ had to go.

As the pain had decreased but hadn’t subsided, and this stupid organ had left me with zero appetite and a begrudging promise to eat  a “low fat” diet until the surgery, I did what any rational person would do: I gave it a name. Once you give something a name, it seems easier to be mad at it.

Needless to say, Dolly the Gallbladder has received a lot of sassing these last couple of days.

Dolly has not only caused me constant food-baby feelings, but doesn’t even let me eat the delicious things that cause food babies. Why is this an issue?

FOOD IS MY LIFE.

I’ve seen about ten doctors/nurses/medical people this last week, and every single time, I tell them that eating is my hobby and that this gallbladder thing is therefore super inconvenient. They always laugh. I always tell them I’m actually not kidding.

Eating is how I bond with people, and it is how I find enjoyment in life. I am the girl who came home from her first week ever of church camp away from home and only said, “The food was awesome!” I am the girl who, instead of seeing her friends one last time before she goes home for the summer, visits her favorite restaurants.

The first thing my college roommate and I did freshman year to get to know each other was go out and buy a ton of desserts and eat them together. (We still do that.) My boyfriend and I love going out to new restaurants, and Olive Garden’s soup-salad-breadsticks is basically our life.

Desserts
The best way to bond with someone you’re going to live with.

Suffice it to say, avoiding anything fatty for the last week has not only been sad but has actually ruined my favorite hobby of eating. You suck, Dolly.

Dolly has also managed to stick her awful pea-pod self in my career business. Because of the surgery, which is happening the day I was supposed to start my internship, I’ve decided to stay home this summer. This might mean an awesome job at Ulta (fingers crossed!) but still. Dolly obviously does not understand the importance of resume-building.

It’s been a rough last week but lots of fun things have come out of it, too. I’ve gotten to attend my first ever bachelorette party and help my beautiful best friend prepare for her wedding this Saturday (look out for my post on being a bridesmaid!). I’ve also gotten to spend time with Brandon, although both of us agree that we don’t have nearly enough fun when we can’t get excited about food together.

It’s my first time having surgery, and I’m a little scared, but I’m mostly excited just to never see Dolly again. Have you ever had surgery? Any tips for recovery?

 

Xoxo, Taylor

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21 thoughts on “A Thing The Size of a Twinkie Has Changed My Summer Plans Entirely

  1. Poor Dolly! I wish I’d named mine before he departed, but his rock collection was just too unruly for relationship building.

    Once you settle in to your post-Dolly world, you’ll be able to eat a lot of what you like, just with a little less frequency or volume. Your body will REALLY tell you if you overdo it, but it’ll be just fine!

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  2. I have had dental surgery before, which doesn’t count in the same way. However, my ninth grade English teacher, Mrs. Christiansen (z”l) had a gallbladder removal during the time that I was in her class. I think that she was out for about two weeks, if I recall correctly.

    I really like how you have kept your spirits and sass up through this ordeal. There IS something to be said for laughter being effective medicine.

    You’ll probably enjoy the food even more once you have recovered!

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    • Two weeks isn’t too bad! I’m hoping I won’t be out for much longer than that.

      I agree with you! I’ve tried to be positive about the whole thing even though it’s certainly thrown a wrench in my summer plans. Laughter is always the best way to approach things like this. There’s not much else I can do! 🙂

      I can’t wait to get done with surgery so I can have some french fries. I had no idea how much I’d miss those.

      Thanks for reading!

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  4. I had major surgery once. I was advised to follow the Dr’s orders and don’t overdo. Also, get up and walk as early and often as possible. I did this and recovered quickly. Let people wait on you! Good luck to you.

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  5. One of my good friends actually had her gallbladder removed a few months ago also! The no fatty-foods rule was hard on her too (I can’t even imagine that!) but I’ve heard the surgery is worth not having the pain! Good luck with the surgery and get well soon! The blogosphere misses you! ❤

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    • Haha Sarah, I feel you! I’m freaked out about it but I keep telling myself that I can eat french fries again if I go through with it. That’s all that’s keeping me motivated at this point. Lol thanks for reading!

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  6. I’m a heart doctor, not a surgeon, but your surgeon would probably choose to remove dolly using laparascopic surgery (aka minimal-invasive technique) rather than an ‘open surgery’, leaving behind a small scar. You can enjoy summer again anytime soon. Good luck!

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