I had to make a tough decision on Monday - I had to decide whether to trust doctors in a hospital or continue on in constant pain, not knowing if I was risking my life. Turns out, my gallbladder was SEVERELY infected and had to be removed. I cried for most of the 3 days I was there because I was so scared they'd kill me. They didn't and I'm very thankful. I asked a lot of questions and said no to things I wasn't comfortable with (including the 5am absolute bitch of a woman that came in rudely every morning to take more fucking blood. She's "been doing this for 10 years and people tell her they don't even feel it" Yeah, tell that to my left arm that's bruised up to my shoulder. Cunt). I still don't trust the medical community in the end. But I am thankful...this time.

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