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.

My reaction to man’s home taught me more about me than about him
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside
I want my children surrounded by tools of creation, not consumption
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games
Here’s Valentine’s Day music for lonely folks with nobody to love
As I faced my father’s narcissism, I had to confront who I’d become
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’
11 children left orphaned by plane crash remind me how fickle life is