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.

Briefly: Comic perfectly captured what I wrote about this weekend
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Federal checks are destroying incentive to take entry-level jobs
What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?
If I perform well enough for you, will you give me love, approval?
Memo to politicians: Coercion isn’t the same thing as ‘investment’
Storms can end without warning, bringing hope of blue skies ahead
So you’ve rescued dogs and cats, but how about a baby elephant?