If I had taken the advice of my emergency room doctor tonight, I would be in a hospital bed — getting ready for surgery in the morning. I didn’t take his advice, though, so I’m back home. Only time will tell whether I made the right decision.
I started feeling lousy on Christmas Day and I felt worse as the week went along. At first, it was just discomfort in my chest and back. I felt terrible in multiple ways. I went to work each day but I barely pulled myself through each day until it was late enough to go home and collapse.
By Thursday morning, the discomfort had turned to serious pain. I went to the clinic of a friend who’s a doctor about 11:30 a.m. After examining me and taking X-rays, he suspected the problem was my gallbladder, but he couldn’t be sure without an ultrasound.
He suggested I immediately head to a hospital emergency room.

In winner-take-all systems, swing voters matter only at election time
I’m not certain artists ever get to be themselves when they perform
Documents force me to rethink some old beliefs about my father
I’m still hungry for healthy love that my 5-year-old self craved
I’m trying to silence inner critic who says I ought to be perfect
Suppressing speech you don’t like is a lousy way to encourage tolerance
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Eviction moratorium is pure theft; it’s a sign of creeping socialism