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.
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.
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?