There is nothing about the gallbladder that's appealing. The name itself, that fact that it holds bile, stones and sludge (yes, it's called sludge), or the pain it causes me at 3 in the morning. So I've decided to get rid of mine. Today.
I've been pretty attached to my gallbladder all my life, but the time has come to part, it seems. As my rather breezy doctor said: "Yeah, if you've got stones and they're bothering you, let's just pull it. You don't need it anyway." I figure Friday the 13th is as good a day as any for abdominal surgery -- at least there should be some good jokes in the operating room.
So, okay! Let's do this thing! I'm going under shortly and will talk to you all on the other side.
I couldn't subject you to disgusting shots of a gallbladder, so here's picture of the High Desert Museum's new baby porcupine instead. Enjoy.
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