That Time My Gallbladder Tried To Kill me

 It's Friday!

Which in the grand scheme of things doesn't mean much since none of us has a regular Monday through Friday schedule anymore. Every time I get a notice from the school that there is a two hour delay, or notices of field trips or ski outings to Burke Mountain I breathe a sigh of relief. These updates no longer apply to us.

Instead we are in a state of limbo. Still one foot in the school system, in that Youngest Child is registered as a home schooler, attending after school groups such as D&D, and accessing his second voucher for a class at CCV for the Spring semester. Technically this is his senior year, class of 2024. Which seemed so far away when it was first established  more than a decade ago.

As a side note, I always found it weird how students are identified with their graduation year much in the same way inmates are identified by a number. If I really feel like having an in depth and very interesting conversation about this I should bring it up to Youngest Child next time we're in the car together. I'm sure he would see the humor in this as I do but also recognizing a darker and more archaic side to it in the way it identifies our school system as a classist institution. But maybe not just yet. I'm still mulling over our recent conversation about the death penalty.

But today, Friday is just a Friday. I don't have to drive Jonas to his Magic group this afternoon. The every other Friday thing throws me off, and I'm amazed we haven't missed more of these than we have. I remember in the early days of Eldest Child when he started to take a class or two at school. We were so used to not having a schedule of any sort, except for the occasional home school group meeting, that I forgot numerous times to get him to the school when he had an appointment with Jenn. Luckily Jenn has the patience of a Saint. Though I am sure there were times she would roll her eyes and whisper through gritted teeth "Fucking flaky homeschoolers". I mean I would have. In fact I have, about other homeschoolers at least. Because take it from me, trying to organize a group of homeschoolers for an event is like trying to herd cats.

So back to Friday that is just a Friday. Nothing going for Youngest Child today. But I have an appointment early this afternoon to see the Gallbladder Specialist. And I know that's not what he is called. Maybe he's a Gastroenterologist?🤔

Anyway, I have been working my way towards this day for a while now. I just didn't realize it until last week. My gallbladder has been trying to kill me since September the 18th, which will forever be memorialized in my family as "The Shingles shot day and the day Mom stopped being able to eat food like a normal person".

And again, this has probably been going on for longer than I realize. That was just the day where the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan. And I spent the week on the couch trying not to vomit, and mostly succeeding, as my husband occasionally muttered "What the hell is wrong with you?" At least I assume he meant my current physical malaise and not my ongoing mental/emotional oddities.

So today I get showered and get dressed like a normal adult and talk about what my options are with regards to my gallbladder. Though at this point I think the conclusion is surgery. Which I have never had before. Unless a colonoscopy and endoscopy counts?🤔 But I don't think it does.

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