Bitter, cont.

Okay.  Still having occasional twinges and tenderness- if I didn't know exactly what it was I'd be fine with it, think it was just regular ol' digestive pains.  But I know what it is, so I'm shit-scared.

I've talked with my mom, been all reassured, it's well before the dangerous point and years before the point she herself had her gallbladder out, and I appreciate that.  I'm still just- scared.  And a bit angry, just at the sheer "I was gonna go job hunting!" and now I'm feeling just a bit paranoid about running around outside my safe little shell.

Crud.

It's one of those "I'm fine" things to friends, because really- I'm the whiniest stoic you'll ever meet, but I bull through things like this.  But with the scared bit, the honest answer is, no, even if it's not logical by my own standards for myself, I'm really not fine right now.  I will be.  But not now.

Edit-  And just for the record?  It's really hard to live a low-fat to fat-free life.