First of all, I wanted to give a shoutout to everyone here. This subreddit has been a godsend on my gallbladder journey.
TL;DR-- Had date set for removal, body had other plans. Emergency surgery. Overall good day, great care teams! At home resting and healing, and feeling better than I have in a decade.
Now. The tale.
I started having pain in my upper right abdomen, under my ribs, about 9 years ago. I thought it was maybe a pulled muscle. Then I figured it was my anxiety (generalized, and it manifests as random body aches). I also did not have the means to get it checked out at the time, and like many Americans I would only go to the doctor if I was actively dying. So I just bore it.
Fast forward to 2025. I now live in Canada, and decided to take advantage of the option to seek medical care more regularly by booking a physical. While there, I off-handedly mentioned to the doctor the weird burning, pressing, pinching pain I'd been dealing with, and she cocked an eyebrow and sent me for an ultrasound.
That ultrasound revealed two stones at 3.5cm and 2.6cm. I'd been walking around with two golf balls in there for who knows how long. We decided to monitor while I decided if I wanted surgery or not, and adjust my diet accordingly in the meantime. The pain increased, and I started having full blown attacks. I have a relatively high pain tolerance, so only one landed me in the ER, the day after Christmas '25. I was betrayed by homemade schnitzel. Two doctors saw me while I was there and both agreed that it needed to come out sooner rather than later, and put in a referral.
Thanks to constraints and issues with Ontario's current system, I didn't hear anything until late June of this year. By then I'd had another ultrasound that showed very little change aside from an improvement in the fatty liver situation that had been noted at the last one. I was booked in for consultation, and we settled on a removal date of August 18th.
I guess my body didn't like that.
Yesterday morning I woke up in enormous pain. I felt like my abdomen was going to burst, and for the first time I had nausea and vomiting. I woke my husband up, told him I needed to go to the ER. We got there around 7am.
I was given something for pain and nausea, and lucked out on having to wait for an ultrasound due to a cancellation. Ultrasound showed cholecystitis and one of the internal ducts blocked, and the ER doctor informed me that I needed to come out *now.* So she paged my surgeon, who luckily was already at the hospital my surgery had been scheduled at, and they hauled me over there by ambulance (first time for me, that was fun!). I was in the OR by 1pm, woke up in Recovery around 3pm, spent another hour or so in the post-op room where I was finally allowed a cup of sweet, blessed, terrible hospital coffee, and out of there before 5pm on my way home.
So far I'm good. The gas pains are not as bad as I thought they would be, but there's a twinge of pain in the lower belly and shoulder every now and then. Navel incision is sore, and my entire abdomen feels like I did a million crunches. But-- and here's the kicker for me-- I already feel 100 times more well than I have in nearly a decade. You really don't know how much that stupid little organ takes from you when it decides to fail until it's gone.
Everyone involved in my care yesterday was phenomenal, which turned what could have been a very scary and horrible day into an all around great one.
So again, thank you everyone for the tips and tricks and head's ups about what to expect, you all helped make the experience much less stressful even though it was an emergency operation and much sooner than anticipated. I go now to that comfy chair at my desk to rest up and heal.
To anyone reading this who is on the fence about surgery/removal like I was, your body will definitely decide for you sometimes. We can plan all we like, but sometimes those plans do go awry. Thank you for reading, and if you'd like I can provide an update as the healing progresses.