The wrong way to collect rocks aka. My surgery

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This has been a fantastic and busy weekend - and that is probably a good thing since I predict that this coming week will be very quiet. Tomorrow I will have surgery. Wow that seems dramatic. It's a very minor procedure and at the risk of giving you all too much information - it's to remove my gallbladder. About 5 years ago - as I was going to bed I laid down and like a light switch I got the worst pain in my back. I thought I had messed up my back - somehow. It moved around to my front - about chest level. I was nauseous and all that progressed to about the worst pain I could describe. That was my first and hopefully only trip to the ER. Well the ER didn't tell me what it was, sent me home. My dad who has had gallstones for ages - we compared notes. Sure enough - what it was - was a gallbladder attack. I had many more. At first it was only eating bad combinations of food. So I skipped mixing grease and chocolate. Then it started happening with one or the other - grease or chocolate. Currently it seems to be fairly unpredictable. I've gotten it from pancakes and coffee. I've gotten it from leaning across a chair back the wrong way. And I've had several attacks last the better part of a day. And these attacks have the potential to render a person unable to do anything except roll on the floor. So... out it comes. Surgery seems so weird. It's like choosing a span of time (the surgery itself and the recovery later) that you won't feel well. But in this case it's making this choice rather than having random pain that has the ability to incapacitate. I've never had any surgery or procedure before and that worries me - simply that I don't know what to expect. However my mom inspires me ... she has had many major surgeries and she powers right through them. So MyLot, by the next time I write a discussion I will be - one faulty organ. :-) Photo: Pixabay