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.

If you accept that you’re a fool, being wrong is a lot less scary
Practically and legally, it’s true: Good fences make good neighbors
Narrow focus causes one to see a specific tree and miss the sunset
Just give us fake, happy smiles; who wants to hear your feelings?
Archived audio of my Alaska radio interview available for download
In other news, donations keep pouring in to feed the monkeys
What missed chances are you going to regret when it’s too late to change?
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know