Let me just say that although I know I was off the air for at least three weeks, its all a big blur. After 11 years of having doctors tell me I was having panic attacks, turns out I was having gallbladder attacks. Multiple doctors waived me off as being crazy. They only treated my symptoms without looking into the cause. Constipated? Take myralax. Stressed? Take Xanax. Heartburn? Prilosec. Me: "But it hurts right here".... I was told it was just stress. Turns out that it was a gallbladder full of jumbo marble sized gallstones. As they were removing it from me after I went to the hospital in an ambulance, it fell apart, releasing all kinds of nastiness into my system which made me septic. Multiple days on IV antibiotics in a bed across the hall from loud protesting resident mental patient with no where to go who kept shouting "GO AWAY" and a night nurse who couldn't be bothered to bring me water when I asked for it during the night, and I was ready to get the hell home to recover in my own bed where I could get my own damn water. So, that's basically what I've been doing; recovering from 11 years of a failing gallbladder and the poison that was released into my abdominal cavity as it fell apart removing it. I FEEL AMAZING!!! When you've been sick for so long and told it was all in your head, you start to get used to it as a new normal. In the past year the pain has been so intense that I've been praying for death. Depression shouldn't hurt like that. Stress shouldn't hurt like that...but doctors told me to relax and take my Xanax.
You know what you call a medical student who graduates last in their class? A doctor. Be careful whose hands you put your life into. A cured patient is a loss of revenue. Speak up for yourself. Don't allow a doctor to bully you into believing you're crazy. Trusting doctors almost killed me. I've learned my lesson.