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.

This is why people are confused about what anarchists really are
Loss of cultural consensus means violent conflict in decades ahead
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I’ve struggled to finally believe there’s more than one ‘right way’
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Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
When you compromise principles, you soon won’t recognize yourself
Ignorant economic reporting doesn’t help an equally ignorant public
We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it