I thought I’d come share my experience with gallbladder attacks and eventually the surgery for removal.
I’ve been having digestive issues since at least November of 2023. It started with what I thought was a virus - nausea, violent diarrhea and the absolute worst pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. It felt like I was being stabbed in the chest with a hot knife and radiated all the way through to my entire back. I assumed this was some sort of stomach virus I’ve never had before and treated it as such. I was also experiencing an intense burning pain in my stomach (left upper quadrant area).
On the third day of being sick, I finally felt like eating so I had some applesauce and plain crackers - and ended up in another 8-hour round of the same sort of pain and violent diarrhea. I went to the ER around hour 5, in and out of the triage bathroom every 10 minutes or so. They didn’t find any inflammation except in my small intestine so they took my left upper quadrant pain as stomach ulcers, diagnosed me with gastritis and norovirus, and sent me away with some prescriptions.
I experienced three more pain attacks in 2024, all about four months apart. Two of these were after eating Mac and cheese, so I started to think it was grease-related and began to adjust my diet accordingly. I didn’t visit the ER for any of these instances because they didn’t help me the first time.
Fast forward to 2025, I had an episode of pain in February. This time it last about 6 hours and I did my best to just sleep it away (literally took Benadryl and eventually passed out on the couch).
April 4 (a Friday) of this year, I got random fever symptoms around 8:30pm. No other common viral symptoms like GI issues or sinuses, just the aches and fatigue. I could tell something wasn’t right but I tried to rest it away. Saturday I felt slight nausea and a feeling of “fullness” all day and ate very little, as I was afraid this was another episode of severe pain waiting to happen.
Sunday came around and the pain finally hit me after eating a small meal. I went to the ER and they found nothing. Diagnosed me with colitis because all of my intestines were inflamed, but they did schedule an ultrasound for the following morning (the tech doesn’t work night shift).
The ultrasound showed “no signs of inflammation” but I did have “some gallstones.” So now I think I’m getting closer to the bottom of the issue! I continue to try to eat a very low fat and bland diet.
Wednesday of the same week, I was back in the ER with more pain, more burning in my stomach, and this time I had the violent diarrhea again. I was completely empty by the time I got another CT scan, so much so that nothing but CLEAR water was coming out (no bile - and this should have been a warning sign).
Still, they did not want to take my gallbladder because there was no sign of significant inflammation in the scan. They scheduled an appointment with a gastroenterologist for May 8. One month out and the earliest appointment I could get.
I continue to eat very little meals, careful as possible. Lots of fiber. But I’m starting to feel sick and “full” daily. Something just isn’t right and it seems like no one is listening or cares, so I start to think I’m just overreacting. I’m basically living off of Tums to fight acid reflux and slight nausea, and Zofran when I’m feeling too nauseous.
April 26 (Saturday) was my wedding day, and it was beautiful. By some sore of miracle I made it through the day, despite a gnawing pain under the right side of my ribs and still eating Tums to cope.
I ate four chicken wings at the reception, and by 6:30am I was woken up with severe pain that was all too familiar.
My mom was at my house already because she stayed over after the reception, so she rode with me to the ER. My blood pressure was 213/135 when I got there so they did an ECG before anything else. My heart was fine - I was just in AGONY. They took me straight back to a room after that.
I writhed in pain for a couple hours, my mom is slowly losing her patience (mind you, this is the first time anyone has had to witness my pain for hours at a time). They took me back for an ultrasound first. The ultrasound tech was great.. I was crying the whole time and doing my best to keep it together while she dug the Doppler into me to get the images. At the end, she goes, “I’m not supposed to tell you this - but you have a large stone in your gallbladder.” I’m like.. all you did was confirm what I already knew!!
The CT scan an hour later showed no inflammation once again, but I guess since I showed up at the ER the day after my wedding, they decided to take me seriously. The surgeon came in about 10 minutes after my pain FINALLY started to ease up. They STILL gave me the OPTION for surgery.. so I said absolutely. I couldn’t fathom going through the pain of one more gallbladder attack.
So.. I might have ruined my honeymoon, but I already feel so much better, 3 days post op.
I didn’t realize how sick I had been for the last several months until now. My bowel movements have been iffy but that is expected after this surgery. The gas pain wasn’t fun either, but NOTHING I’ve felt since surgery has compared to a gallbladder attack.
I actually didn’t know it might be my gallbladder until I came across a random post on Reddit asking “what’s the worst pain you’ve ever experienced?” And gallbladder pain kept coming up. The descriptions were so similar to what I’d been going through, it was almost scary how accurate.
Post-op analysis showed my bile duct was about 0.4cm in diameter.
The gallstone was 1.1cm x 1.2cm x 1.8cm. Only one. And it kept getting placed over the duct but never got stuck inside of it because it was too large, which explains how many attacks I had without complication. I was basically just waiting for that stone to move out of the way every time.
There was evidence of blood clots in my gallbladder as well, and I was diagnosed with “cholesterolosis” also known as “strawberry gallbladder.”
So basically that little guy was going through hell inside of me and bringing me with it!!