So here is a story for you-
So there I was at 1am feeding the baby when this INCREDIBLE pain shot through my body. It was SO intense and consistent. I woke up Dave he called ask a nurse. They told him to hangup right away and call 911. So in come 6 paramedics into my bedroom. Asking the same terrible questions again and again.
"So how is the pain now"
"So on a scale from one to ten what would you rate your pain?"
30 seconds pass
"So how is the pain now?"
I really truly hate that 1-10 pain scale
Anyway we went to the ER and found out I have Gallstones. And I am scheduled for surgery on Thursday. I'm feeling fine now I just can't eat Chinese, Mexican, Italian, or really ANYTHING else until I get my gallbladder out. Good story huh. We will see how it all turns out:)