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.

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If politics sends you into a rage, is it really a good use of your time?
Meet Charlotte, one of the important women in my life
Life has a brutal habit of forcing us to confront our own hypocrisy
There are more of us than ever, so why do many of us feel so alone?
We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it
What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?