Yeah, that headline there? Totally saccharine and goofy and pointless. Yes, I know it’s cribbed from John Lennon, so what?
Anyway.
The “life that happened” was a sudden and unexpected gall bladder removal for my wife last week. Yeah, I know—Wha?!? She went to the doctor on Wednesday, confirmed that she had gallstones, and they wanted to take the gall bladder out either that night or Thursday. We opted for Thursday, so I spent most of that day at the hospital and the rest of the weekend taking care of, er, everything. So I’ve been busy.
You know what’s crazy? They treat gall bladder surgery (formally known as cholecystectomy, in this case laparoscopic) as basically outpatient; my wife was able to come home Thursday night.
Okay, this is even crazier, and creepy (from that Wikipedia article):
Gallstones are, oddly, a valuable by-product of meat processing, fetching up to $900 US an ounce in their use as a purported aphrodisiac in the herbal medicine of some cultures. The finest gallstones tend to be sourced from old dairy cows. Much as in the manner of diamond mines, slaughterhouses carefully scrutinise offal department workers for gallstone theft.
Wow. And “ew.”
On the other hand… no, I won’t even go there.
You’re such a good husband. I hope she’s feeling better. I’ve been swamped at work and busy with roller derby but if you guys need something, let me know.
Um, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww on that article. I know you said that you wished I had gotten the stones so that you can make a necklace out of them…ICK!
Thanks for taking care of a stubborn patient. What can I say, I’m a Leo 😛
Yikes! Sounds like she’s better — hi Jon’s wife : )
Hi Jennifer
I dare you to sell it like William Shatner to the Golden Palace.
Ha ha!!!
Get better soon!