It was a week ago today in the evening that I managed to get myself to the hospital emergency room in extreme pain and vomiting violently. I spent another five hours of lying on the bathroom floor of the ER waiting room and I am sure I totally grossed out the other ER patients who were waiting to get help by forcing them to listen to my awful wretching. Finally, I got in and, after they tried and failed multiple times to get an IV into me they gave me a shot of morphine and something to ease the vomiting. I was admitted to the hospital at around 2 in the morning and at 9 am I was in the operating room having my gallbladder removed. As it turns out, I was lucky, because my gallbladder was infected and ready to burst. If it had burst, I’d probably still be in the hospital now with weeks of care ahead of me. My, what a painful ordeal. Happily, now the offending organ is gone, I feel only a minor amount of pain and fatique from the procedure, and I am taking it easy at home for another week or so.

I must say that emergency room staff must be the most blasΓ© people on the face of the earth. What an awful place to have to be when you need the most help.