For some unknown reason, my gallbladder decided to make itself known in the fall of 2020. I had two attacks that sent me to the ER. Both times I got pain meds and they sent me home. But in a follow-up with the surgeon, I was told to pick the date and it would come out.
Being a teacher, and as crazy as it was last year, I wasn't about to take time off. So I said, "Let's see what happens and maybe do it at Christmas."
Nothing happened, for months. I didn't have another attack all year... until June 16, one week after school was over. Cut to the chase, it came out.
Now I think I have overdone it a little bit. I'll give it a couple of days and see if I need to call the doctor.
Getting older sucks!

