I was apparently a lot sicker than I realized.
After discovering 12 days ago that I had gallstones, I spent a lot of time reading about possible treatments, but I slowly became convinced the emergency room doctor had been right. I needed surgery to remove my sickened gallbladder.
I was in enough discomfort — and eventually full-scale pain — that I didn’t work much last week. By Saturday morning, the worst pain of my life was back — and it was even worse this time.
I returned to the emergency room at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Birmingham Saturday morning. By that evening, I was admitted to the hospital with plans to get me go home late Sunday if surgery went well that morning. The official diagnosis was acute cholecystitis.

Can we find way to separate love of home from worship of state?
Be careful what you hunger for; it’s very often not what you need
If Boston bombing suspect doesn’t have rights, neither do the rest of us
Love & Hope — Episode 12:
Problem for schools: ‘stop students from becoming this advanced’
Does your life feel wasted so far? Maybe your best is yet to come