So if you read my tracker post from yesterday you know that I ate a lot. It was not good for me. No really--it was BAD for me. Physically bad as in I hurt. After I ate the last thing I ate last night (and how sad is it that I can't remember what that was?) it was like something inside of me clicked. It clicked and I finally felt how full I was. The expression "to the gills"? That really made a lot of sense right then.
It felt like a balloon inside of me had been inflated so much that it was beginning to put pressure on my rib cage from inside the rib cage. The closer it got to bedtime, the feeling intensified until it was pretty painful and more so on the right side. I knew what this was from my last pregnancy. Every time I would eat high fat foods this area would hurt and my doctor told me that was my gallbladder. Her amazing prescription for this condition? Don't eat high fat foods. Genius.
Anyway, I somehow managed to fall asleep and when I woke up this morning I felt pretty good. I was relieved that the pain was gone. It had lasted longer than any other time I experienced this. So I got up and started to get breakfast and school stuff ready for the kids and then it suddenly hit me. The inflated balloon was being inflated even more. It felt like my rib cage was going to explode. I could not catch my breath and I broke out into a cold sweat. It would have been scary except I had read up on gallbladder attacks and this fit the bill. I laid down thinking...wishing...praying it would help. But it didn't. I was completely debilitated.
This lasted for about 15 minutes I think. The horrible pain finally let up. Now I just have a slight tightness on my right side at the bottom of the rib cage. It's whispering I will do it again...I will do it again...Creepy.
I know that there are probably many reasons for a gallbladder that acts up like this. Sometimes people probably don't even know why it does. But I know why mine did. Is it enough for me to know that I ate so much unhealthy food yesterday that my body literally did not know what to do with itself? Is it enough to keep me from ever doing that again? I have abused my body for many, many years and she has always been pretty forgiving. Maybe this is her idea of some tough love? Dang. I think it worked.