The Emergency Room ruled out a heart attack, thankfully, but the doctor decided to send me for an ultrasound of my gall bladder. Sure enough I had a nice little collection of pebbles rattling around my gall bladder. Time for admission, an IV and a date with the surgeon. We decided that a fresh start in the morning was better than surgery in the evening and the morphine and ice chips were keeping me comfortable. Who needs a gall bladder anyway?