Felt great on Friday - worked all day, then we went to Art Step in our little downtown area and walked around there for about an hour seeing some great art exhibits by people I actually know - a nice perk of where I work is getting to know the local artists.
Came home with plenty of daylight left to go bike riding - we rode for 45 minutes - a total of 5 1/2 miles! It was really fun to build on our time and mileage - the weather was warm, but the humidity was low, which made the bike ride all that more enjoyable.
Woke up around 2:00 am with the same sharp stomach pains that I experienced two weeks ago, which very quickly traveled to upper back. This time, I had no "bad" food to blame it on. The pain was horrendous - I could not get comfortable in bed and eventually got up so I could twist and basically writhe around without waking Jeff. Got on the computer, where Google led me to gallbladder attack. I had pretty much all of the symptoms, and in looking back two weeks ago, that episode fit these symptoms as well. (Yes, you can call me "Dr. Shelley" - who needs a medical diploma when you have Google at your fingertips?!?)
The pain lasted a long time - in fact, nearly 3 hours into it I finally took one of Jeff's leftover Vicodin from when he had a root canal. Didn't really help, so 45 minutes later I took another...which might have been a mistake. Finally slept for a couple of hours, but then I got cold sweats and started throwing up, probably the Vicodin? I don't know. What I do know is that this has got to stop, pronto. I will be calling the doctor Monday morning to get to the bottom of this pain, because it's no way to live.