Or however long it takes until I can have my sodding gallbladder removed.
I'm currently lying in bed dosed on cocodamol and smothered in hot water bottles with a baby attached to my left boob, praying the pain goes away by the time DP has to leave for work in the morning.
I'm so miserable. This is the fourth attack I've had in a week, the one before this landed me in A&E as the painkillers I have at home weren't cutting it. I'm scared to eat anything in case it kicks off, and terrified of being alone with the baby. I'm seeing a consultant on Friday and the GP says they'll probably fit me in for surgery 'relatively soon' given the severity of the symptoms but god knows what that means. In the meantime the baby won't bloody sleep, and I'm sure the amazing painkiller cocktail I'm constantly on can't be doing him any good at all.
Basically please shower me in sympathy. 