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.

Yes, I truly appreciate your flaws; they point the way to your worth
Doing the right thing frequently requires breaking immoral laws
If terrorists ‘hate us for our freedom,’ U.S. politicians are their best allies
Creative process isn’t pretty, but it provides real joy when it works
The ‘man in the mirror’ always turns out to be our worst enemy
Dogs, cats and children remind me of all the joy in small things
Making good art is really hard; getting paid for it is even harder
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know