You know, when he had his gall bladder surgery years ago and it seemed kinda serious or at least urgent, and I remember seeing a big WaPo picture of him just two weekends later holding a slammer of a Denver omelet on a hot plate breakfasting up at his first speech since the surgery.
I'm thinking, I might give that left turn in the gut another couple of weeks before I hit the hot butter-ham-n-eggs factory...
No worries. The Gall Bladder is a side street off the common bile duct.
Being without it will make the rest of his life miserable, but he won’t know why.