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.

Just a performance: actors and politicians have a lot in common
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’
Is anyone surprised at gridlock of congressional ‘super committee’?
‘Tolerant’ left seethes with hate if you don’t accept ‘gender theory’
Calm and perspective needed for Boston, not accusations and games
Irrational beliefs hurt all of us when you hand power to the ignorant