For the past few days, I had what I thought was my body failing me due to inactivity. I mean, really, I sit around... a lot. I drive for Uber, and I'm sitting. I paint at home, I'm sitting. I sit all the time. When I got this super horrible pain in my ribs, I thought it was a side effect of this sitting around compounded with having slept on a futon for years. I thought it was my age catching up to me and my laziness.
Well, last night, it got really bad. Almost drove my ass to the ER until my mother calmed me down and walked me through what I can do at the moment. While waiting for the pain to subside just enough to sleep, mom brought up gallbladder pain. After looking it up, it sounded exactly like what was going on... pain on my right side under my ribs (where your gallbladder basically is). It sucked, and it could be caused by anything like gallstones, diabetes, tumors, and bad blood flow.
That last one brings me back to my inactivity. Don't get gallbladder pain. I don't recommend it.
You may or may not already know that my hometown is El Paso, TX. I've lived in Dallas almost 5 years and I was pretty sure I'd never go back. (Anyone who has left El Paso will have the same feeling. The point is to GET OUT of that place.)
However, in light of recent events, it would actually be beneficial for me to go back for a while. Depending on the severity of this gallbladder thing, I maaayyyy need surgery. Since I currently live alone, my parents offered to help me move back in with them to get this sorted out and be there for my recovery.
I might take them up on that. I never want to have to deal with that pain again.
So... get ready for me, El Paso.
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