Sleeping In My Own Bed

Several of you have asked if I actually got my gallbladder out. Yes, yes, I did.

After much deliberation—so much deliberation—I finally decided that the attack I had on Thursday early morning (the day before I entered the hospital) was pretty much the final straw. It was not a pretty sight, people: the pain and nausea would not go away.

The spike in bilirubin (and threat to the liver) and beginning damage to the pancreas that Doc A told me all about once I got to the hospital made the decision a bit easier.

Will I miss my previous good digestive system? Darn tootin’ I will.

Will I miss the attacks I’ve had since January 9? Absolutely not.

So I will have to watch my diet even closer than I already do. I’ve done it before…I will do it again.

One thing’s for sure. I’m looking forward to getting back to teaching. My students are texting me, bringing me flowers and sweet little cards, and sending me videos of them playing their keyboards. I miss them.

I can hardly wait to record my two songs that are waiting for me.