About five months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night screaming in pain. It wasn’t the first time I had felt this pain. In fact, I had been to the doctor and emergency room multiples times over the last few years because of it.
The first time it happened, years ago, I went into the doctors office after a terrible night. The first question I was asked, “did you overeat at all last night?” followed by the conclusion of, “diet and exercise will help.” I walked out feeling embarrassed and defeated. Especially since I could tell they didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t overeaten the night before.
This became a common occurrence over the next few years. Middle of the night excruciating pain with me ending up at the doctor, Care Nows, and emergency rooms. It was the same assumption every single time. That I was overweight and probably just overeating. I eventually stopped seeking help and would bite my pillow anytime the stomach pain returned. I figured this was just how I would have to live. Even after I lost weight, it never went away. And I never looked quite thin enough for them to not prescribe diet and exercise.
Then I had Maci. And the pain was on a whole new level. It was now happening once a month. Eventually leading up to once a week. Then every night. The night I woke up screaming, the thought that I was dying honestly crossed my mind. We rushed to the emergency room. It took one kind nurse, who had similar issues, to request an ultrasound of my gallbladder. Which is when they found several large gallstones.
After the surgery, they informed me that there were 10 very large stones. And during my post-op appointment, I was still advised that diet and exercise might be something to consider.
My life and body deserved more than a simple diet and exercise diagnosis. All lives and bodies deserve more than that.