The doctor is keeping me here another night.
He is withholding all food at midnight which means I’m going to stuff my pockets full of cookies and chips. 
Uh….what I meant to say is, he is wanting to remove my gallbladder tomorrow.
We had a good, lengthy discussion this morning. I know I wanted to fire him, but he really seems like a nice guy after all. 
While I don’t have stones, the MRCP did show “sludge” which he explained are like a whole bunch of tiny stones, which he suspects are spilling into the bile duct causing all my problems.
He said I most likely had this sludge during my ER visit on January 14, but it was not visible via ultrasound; the test yesterday is more accurate.
In any case, he is concerned about my liver because of the elevated bilirubin. It was 7 when they tested it Friday night, but he figures it was probably at 9 during my attack Thursday. On January 14, back when all this hullabaloo started, it was 0.3.
I told him I would agree to a HIDA scan tomorrow (which was what the admitting doctor wanted), but I’m not ready to make the leap to surgery.
In the meantime, I don’t think I’ll be winning any beauty contests any time soon.
