She had all the tests for a bad gall bladder and they always came back negative.
Her emergency situation occured on Thanksgiving Eve evening.
Oh, Martha, can’t have been good. Was there any turkey left for her by the time she felt like eating again?
They ripped out my gall bladder 3 years ago. I still miss it. I’m suspecting now though that this is all related to my pernicious anemia. I wasn’t happy with the gall bladder diagnosis but felt pressed for time as I was supposed to head overseas the next week.
Now, my concern is that I will be off in the interior of New Guinea or maybe out diving in the bay when the thing ruptures. There is no quick evacuation from any of those places. But this could go on for years.
And still the docs say, “wait.”
Give me a pen knife! I may do it myself.