A severe gallbladder attack is truly one of the most painful things you can go through. First comes the pain, then the violent vomiting, this can go on for hours. Then when it ramps down, you feel like you ran up the stairs of the Empire State Building and you're wiped out for days.
I had my first gallbladder attack in 1995 and thought I was dying. I scheduled surgery but couldn't get in for a month and I had a cruise scheduled. So I went on the cruise and really watched my diet, but fell victim to a midnight buffet I couldn't resist.
At about 2 a.m., I had my second attack and this time, I knew I wasn't dying but I was not really interested in living, either. I thought about going down to the kitchens and ask for a nice sharp knife to remove it myself. Either that or jump overboard.
Finally, I had the surgery (lap surgery - 4 tiny holes, none of them even needing stitches) at 4 p.m. on a Thursday. Spent the night in the hospital only because my blood pressure was higher than they liked. Normally, they send you home the same day. I went back to work on Monday. I can't say I was ready to go horseback riding or run a marathon, but I made it through with some pain pills.
No problems after. I watched my diet for a month or so as some people have a little problem with bile for a while.
I remember when my Dad had gallbladder surgery many years ago. He had the old-fashioned surgery where they literally carved you from stem to stern. He had a terrible scar and had a long recovery.
It's truly a whizz these days.