Yep. It happened again. Last Friday morning I had another gall stone attack. A really, really, bad, wall-clawing type. This is four months after having my gall bladder removed. They hauled me away in an ambulance, kicking and screaming. I know, I am making it sound dramatic, but I am still trying to keep this readable for ages 13 and older.
After arrival at the hospital, they started pumping me full of drugs morphine and sent me to LaLaland. While in that stupor for the weekend, they ran tests, an X-ray, a sonogram, a CT scan. Then after finding nothing, they decided on an MRI. I opted for the open one; (I don’t want to get stuck in that tube.) There, they discovered two stones that were missed in the previous surgery. They were hidden in the viaduct bile duct, what ever that is.
Would you believe that three days before, I had my usual 6 month check-up and was pronounced man-of-the-year in perfect health. Go figure.
So now you know why you haven’t heard from me for awhile. As you can understand, it will take me a few days to get back to what is normal for me. So bear with me and I will be getting back out and trying to get some new photos for you soon.
Texas Tweeties by Bob Zeller 