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.

Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong
Some Ohio State football fans believe a U.S. president has superpowers
Are you living the life you wanted when everything seemed possible?
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego
A year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets