I can make stones!

I always knew my organs were multi-talented, unlike others and well...just plain special. I never knew how special until I started having pain like no pain I have ever had before. It all started about four weeks ago. I always have wondered if I was allergic to milk. I remember having a glass this last summer to try to increase my calcium and I thought I was going to die. My stomach hurt so bad. I stopped drinking milk and switched to soy milk...(it really is pretty good by the way). So, I wasn't surprised when a little over a month ago, I had something to eat with cheese in it and felt the same way. I went to Target and bought the lactaid stuff and thought great, this will solve it all. I had several meals following with dairy and popped the little enzyme in my mouth. One did nothing. Okay, I'll try two. Nothing and in fact, it was severe pain. I mean severe. I felt like someone was stabbing me and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball. So, last week, after having this happen almost after every meal, with horrific pain (enough to make you want to cry...way worse than a marathon), my boyfriend convinced me I had to get this looked at. I kept telling myself it was stress and it would go away. In I went to the dreaded doctor (as you all recall, I just love doctors). I sat down on the chair, told the doc my problems (I went to a different clinic than the one that I was at for the toe) and the early 60 year old guy looked at me and smiled. He asked a few questions and then, without even putting me on the exam table, listening to my heart or even checking my stomach he said "You have gallstones". Oh God, I'm a stoner! Well okay, I'm not but I am. So, I was still a little unconvinced but he gave me some magic pills to help with pain and heartburn and scheduled me for an ultrasound at the hospital first thing Monday morning.
I ate broth, water, jell-o and rice all weekend. Finally, by Sunday night, I couldn't take it anymore. I knew the doctor was wrong. I begged to go out to eat for some real food. So we did. And to prove how right I was and how wrong he was, I ordered the greasiest thing (grease and high fat can cause gallstone attacks) I could: French fries, a portobello sandwich and a creamy caesar salad. I ate it. And it was so good. Then, I waited for pain. I waited. And waited. Nothing. The entire night. When I went in Monday, I was convinced they had the wrong diagnosis and kept telling myself this during the ultrasound. I couldn't have been more wrong. My entire gallbladder is filled with stones. Yep, filled. How I got away with that meal I have no idea. Then I had to make an appointment with the surgeon who I saw yesterday. He said mine is probably family history since my cholesterol is not even close to being high and I really don't eat fatty foods with the exception of Sunday night(one of the causes of stones and attacks), I'm young, active and have numerous others in my family who have had the same thing. The good thing is that he can take it out and I shouldn't have pain like this again. The bad thing: I have to miss one race for sure, maybe two. I'm really bummed. It will also put me a little behind (maybe two to three weeks behind) in training for the Half Ironman. But, I am hoping that motivates me even more.
The gross thing is that these stones look like gravel. And, they come in all different colors. You know, taste the rainbow, just like skittles...