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.

It’s easy to learn wrong lessons from watching parent’s behavior
Lucy’s fun afternoon at my office reminds me that work needs play
Listening to our own inner voice can be the toughest thing we do
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego
How should we react when man admits molesting own daughter?