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.

Science or bias? What if there’s no proof that eating fat will kill you?
AUDIO: We rarely realize we’re wasting our lives ’til it’s too late
Changes are destroying culture, but we can build beautiful dream
A year later, late-night phone call and suicide threat still echo in me
When you’re finally facing death, how many people will love you?
Your motivations tell me more about you than your actions do
If elections could bring freedom, voting would have been outlawed
How can I share what’s obvious when nobody will listen or see?
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying