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.

Joe Rogan isn’t insightful to me, so I just don’t listen to his show
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
I feel anger toward those who casually resent life I wish I had
Experience with God taught me that my theology was too small
How many of these Christmas myths did you assume were from the Bible?
Without motivation, dreams fade,
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve