The pain didn't go away. The next morning I texted my Bootcamp instructor that I wouldn't be there because I was sick. She told me "don't say you're sick, say you're fighting it". Probably good advice if you have a cold... That night I was calling people desperately making arrangements so I could have surgery. Luckily, my amazing sister-in-law agreed to come stay with us for a week. So I went back to the ER, and the doctor looked at the chart from the night before and was surprised I went home. To him my gall bladder was clearly infected and needed to come out.
The surgery went well, and I felt totally fine after a couple of days. After abdominal surgery, however, you have to be careful not to get a hernia. So I wasn't allowed to go back to working out for 4 weeks. Then my scar got infected and I had to take it easy for 2 additional weeks. During that time, my parents came to town and took care of EVERYTHING, and also fed me well...so I gained about 10 pounds.