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.

Biases teach us what to expect, but we often turn out to be wrong
Collective freak-out over tasteless shirt points to double standard
Bill in Congress would force TSA screeners to quit impersonating cops
Federal debt default? So what? It happened before — in 1979
Sometimes we should ignore idiots who yell about non-existent racism
Our voluntary decisions can lead to a new beginning for America
What will you do when ‘electing the right people’ doesn’t change things?
My heart longs for a future that’s more real to me than the dim past
My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’