Oh you poor thing. I hope you haven’t been having too many attacks, and aren’t suffering too much.
I had mine removed around 16 years ago. I had keyhole surgery. I was supposed to stay just one night in hospital, but they kept me in for a second night - I had a young baby, a toddler, and a primary school aged child, so I think they kept me in longer so I would get rest, because it wasn’t possible at home.
DH refused to take time off work to look after me and the kids (he is a work-a-holic) and we had no family willing to help us out, so after surgery I had to lift the baby to change nappies and I was still breastfeeding. I broke up with DH not long after because of his selfishness, but we got back together.
Part of the issue was he was listening to his aunt - his aunt had no sympathy to how sick I was in the months before I got surgery (we couldn’t afford to pay for it privately, so I was on the waiting list for at least 6 months). His aunt “knew” someone who was back at work a couple of days after gall bladder surgery, so in her opinion, it wasn’t a big deal, and I was overreacting. Many years later she had abdominal surgery and experienced the pain and difficulty of recovery first hand. She actually apologised to me for her attitude towards me from those years earlier.
It’s been some time, but I think driving wasn’t allowed for about 6 weeks - though I had no choice and was driving much sooner. I think that affected my healing (plus getting kids in and out of the car was a strain), and I would get intermittant pain for the next few years.
Having surgery was great though - they gave me ice cream after I woke up, and my body was bracing for an attack - which didn’t happen. It was so weird, as eating a lot of things would trigger an attack.
