As it turns out, I’m okay! They did the tests today and found that it’s not what they thought, and gave me a medicine to use whenever I have these spells. They’re not sure what’s causing it which is a little disappointing, but they want me to have my gallbladder checked again next time. Fingers crossed, there won’t be another “again” for a while.
After I woke up from my first ever anesthesia, I was the sleepiest I’ve ever felt. It was very relaxing and nice, actually—and I was prepared for it to feel awful. Happy surprise! I don’t even remember when they put me to sleep. Isn’t that the strangest feeling?
And when we walked out of that hospital room, I knew exactly what I wanted.