My husband went to the hospital at 2 am today after hurling for a good 15 or so mins and had really bad pain and it ended up being his gallbladder. He had emergency surgery this AM to remove it. The nurse called at 9:45 am to say he was going into surgery and the dr called at 10:40 am to tell me the surgery went well and that he might come home today. My husband said he's ok and that he's felt better.

I feel like such a bad wife though because I'm really trying to get over there but my body isn't cooperating. Having a bad IBS flare and the meds aren't helping. My insides feel like they're being tied in knots. I don't really want to drive over there during this crap going on because i might literally crap myself in the car. Oh how I love IBS. Maybe it's bad cause I'm anxious. Maybe a klonopin would help. who knows.

Anyways. that's what i'm dealing with today.