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.

The more I understand humans, the less I really comprehend us
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’
My books are time machines that tell you where (and who) I’ve been
Love is best thing to happen to us
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
I’m terribly sorry to break it to you, but straw polls mean nothing
Once you taste what is possible, you can’t accept being ‘normal’