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 God had caused Tim Tebow to win, did He change His mind Saturday?
3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
Lonely older man finds new life through meeting and loving dogs
NOTEBOOK: The forest is burning, so quit arguing about single trees
Man who’s leaving infertile wife thinks world revolves around him
Your words of kindness can show love to strangers struggling in life
Love & Hope — Episode 13: