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.

China’s one-child policy: Unintended consequences on a grand scale
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome
Ruthless impersonal judgment is typical tool of cultural conformity
‘All animals are equal, but [deaf] animals are more equal than others’
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
It might not matter who’s right; just fix the problem and move on
You never know when someone needs a hug — to know you care
Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint