What a going on

So, I've had gallstones ever since I was 12 years old. Over the years they have bothered me on and off. Years ago, a surgeon in Calgary told me to get it removed before it ruptures and can be life threatening.

And that is exactly what happened! February 17th, 2025 I strolled into the hospital in excruciating pain. Tests revealed my Gallbladder had ruptures I was then sent to another hospital about an hour away. After a few days in that hospital I developed two pleural effusions and a cardiac tamponade oh and I also went septic, I started on antibiotics, plasma and steroids. My health began to deteriorate and they brought me to the ICU, There Dr. Brazil performed a thoracentesis which is just a needly in your back that goes to your lung and drains the fluid. They pulled almost a litre of what looked like blood and I immediately could breath a bit better. I was then sent air ambulance to St. Johns. I was admitted to the cardiac ICU for two weeks. During this time I had consults with surgeons, cardiologists and hematologists. It really took a toll on my mental health as the steroids always give me so much anxiety and I was on high high doses. The other strange part was I don't full remember it all, at the time I went into the hospital I was suffering at home for days, I was dehydrated, malnourished and being septic can cause cognitive impairment as well. The whole time I was in the hospital my friends and family were growing increasingly worried (and rightly so.) In an effort to ease everyone's mind I would send little videos and pictures so show how "well" I was doing. However, it had the opposite effect as I was in fact not doing well at all and in the videos you can clearly see I am pale as a ghost, I can hardly breathe, my eyes are dropping and Im mixing up my words. Anyways, I got home and felt 600 years old. I was tired and contrary and I felt completely useless.  I turned 42 while I was in the hospital, I don't remember a whole lot about it seems like one day they just came in and my arm band said 42 instead of 41. The other thing about coming home is I saw how much my illness rocked my family. They were absolutely devastated and I feel like they are still traumatized and to be honest I am too. Any tiny tinge of pain in my stomach I spiral and think of the worst. At the moment I am back to work, happy to be back with my family and trying to manage my gallbladder at home. I eat small meals, try not to eat anything with too much fat, I avoid alcohol and take out. I worry that the next time this happens things will be worse. There was a low survival rate of what I went through and honestly I don't full know how to process it. There is something caused Post Sepsis Syndrome and I certainly feel that is what I am experiencing.  Keep me in your prayers. If you have any questions please let me know!