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.

We know our world must change, but we keep saying, ‘yes, but…’
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life
Here’s proof (if you need more) that people want something for nothing
In cold and dehumanized culture, many yearn to feel human again
Smart people will flee big cities before death, disease take over
Continued collapse of competence points toward decline of a culture
Fallen world keeps bruising me, but I still believe love will win
Why do loving parents let schools teach kids to be conformists?
What role does shame play in turning kids from lives of crime?