This post is brought to you VERY early in the morning.

From the girl who probably still has pain meds in her system and is loopy, but cant sleep because I have a hangover from hell from said pain medication.

Happy 2011!

So far mine hasn't been too happy! I was fine, talking to Melissa (who I suddenly realize needs a nickname!) while she talked NanananananananaNATE on the phone. Boom Boom and Sissy were passed out, each in a bed as we watched Blue's Clues.

And all I have to say about that is Steve is The Man! Joe kind of sucks.

Anywho, Melissa went home about 9:00 that morning sonata wouldn't get in trouble and I got comfy on the couch to fall asleep. I slept from about 10:15 that morning, until about noon. I was CRANKY!

About 2:45 that afternoon, I got that familiar feeling. That feeling where someone was slowly grabbing my ribs and squeezing as tight as they could. I had talked to my doctor about it a few years back and he told me I was having anxiety attacks. I was told to stay calm and get as comfortable as I can and "No Xanax because it's too addictive." (For the record, I can take HALF of the smallest dose and I'm out for hours.)

I tried to wTh The Bubs play Halo, but I couldn't get comfortable, as it hurt to lean against anything, and I was dry heaving some. (A total of 6 times. Ick.)

I assumed I was just tired since I'd only had two hours of sleep in the past 24. I took some Simply Sleep and dozed in and out for a few hours. It wasn't that good sleep though. It was the kind where you think you're asleep, but you can still hear everything going on.

I went and got my Lulu from outside, because dogs to cuddle with make merles scared, and waited up all night until I knew Nan would be awake, giving Papa his shot.

She beat me up and, after seeing my Facebook statuses, told me she was coming to take me to the ER. I still shouldn't be having an anxiety attack 16 hours later.

Yes. SIXTEEN HOURS of someone squeezing my ribs as hard as they could. I'm crazy, I know. I just figured I'd be okay until someone could come get me. (Did I mention I was at my former step mother's house? Alone. Because I was supposed to watch the kids, but ended up not being able to.) I wasn't about to wake anyone up and God and I had a deal that if it got too bad, I'd call 911.

7:00 AM rolls around and I roll into the ER. THE ER WHERE THERE AREN'T ANY OTHER PATIENTS! I was thrilled!

After an x ray, an ultra sound, five hours and a VERY scary time where I had an adverse reaction to the Dilaudid and seriously thought I was dying, they brought my Pulse Ox up and got me some ice.

Apparently I was loud (my ears were stopped up) and a bitch. All I remember is dozing off while sending a text and the next thing I know, people were screaming my name, but I couldn't respond. Then I wanted to change my pants because I'd peed the bed and know when Boom Boom was going to be there with my Sprite.

Turns out I have gall stones and was having a gall bladder attack. I get to meet with a surgeon tomorrow and see of it has to be taken out.

Wish me luck!