SOMETHING IS ROTTEN

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?

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