It was a fatal frozen yogurt that afternoon in the city that sent the gall bladder into a Chinese Fire Drill. Enough Demerol "to put down a horse" (so claimed the ultrasound tech). Treated and released pending my doctor's pre-approval for surgery. Either too late or too early to go home (public transportation closed for a couple hours), my boss suggests a pint of Guinness. Believe that became a couple pints before 4 am rolled around, and called it a day.
Had to have that removed several years ago. Can't live without a pancreas, though, so there's that. I just ate a small bowl of cottage cheese but too late noticed it is not lowfat CC. Hopefully I tolerate it. If you all never hear from me again, it's been nice knowing ya!
