Well, last night my defective gallbladder started to act up again, and I tried to ignore it as best as I could. Because the last thing I want to do is go back to the damn hospital.
Then I did some resarch, and all of it said in big or italicized letters "You need to get medical attention" or "ignore the pain at your own peril" and that type of crap.
So I'm about to leave to labor and delivery where they will take samples of various bodily fluids and poke me and prod me like a cow.
Let's hope I'm back home by later this afternoon, shall we?