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.

Why do tax dollars fund lavish lifestyles for bureaucrats?
In spite of the ridiculous imagery, I still want to rescue my princess
Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
Everything sounded fair at the time, so why’d I end up paying for it all?
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
Maturity sees world’s ugliness with more melancholy than anger
Sorry, Newt: It’s not ‘isolationism’ to oppose invading other countries