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.

Objective reality has now become offensive in dysfunctional culture
Maturity asked me to learn that I’d never win certain arguments
If the truth is blurry in your mind, how can you explain it to others?
Two sets of rules: One for the public and a very different set for police
Money is a tool, and it’s useless without motivation and vision
Vile human cost of war ignored by Americans playing political games
Concerns about digital future leave me mourning analog past
Without courage to take action, day will come when it’s too late