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So Wednesday morning I was woken up about five by immense pain. I knew there was no way I was going to make it until nine when the surgeon's office opened, so I went back to the ER. I spent all day getting shuttled around and having tests and I had my gall bladder taken out that night.

I am now at home, resting. I'm tender on my abdomen, since they cut holes in me and pumped me full of gas and moved my innards around, but I feel so much better. Like I told Kitty, I am no longer going to be a crabby bitch because I'm in pain and can't eat anything. Moving around is a little easier today than it was yesterday and I have some good drugs.

So. That is what the life has been lately.