That was part of why mine was so bad, too. The surgeon either poked my gall bladder or it burst, so had all that gunky floating around, and he couldn't get the stone out of my bile duct. But he
did release me, with orders to see a specialist in another town, which didn't happen for several days, then that doctor couldn't get it either, plus gave me pancreatitis trying to get it, that's when they flew me to Denver.
It was all very traumatic to me. I had never been in the hospital for anything other than having babies. Waking up and having your whole family hovering, Scott had called my parents in, no one flat out said it but I just knew I wasn't going home. Very scary.
So I won't let him put it off too long.