Congratulations! It's A... Gall Bladder?

Ah yes, Father's Day 2010.

It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Central Texas. I was trimmimg the hedges in the front yard when Ms. Lucki Duck comes outside and announces that she's not feeling too good. Her condition deteriorates over the next two hours and she finally decides she needs to go the emergency room.

We arrive at 7:20 and the doctor sees us within 20 minutes. The diagnosis was easy, because she had seen her family doctor about her gall bladder a month ago and was scheduled for surgery in 2 1/2 weeks.

The doc prescribed some heavy-duty pain killers which did very little for her pain, but did make her sick. I could tell the pain was incredible when she started holding her breath, hoping to pass out. Soon the vomiting became the dry heaves and after almost 4 hours, she was admitted to the hospital. Once she got a room, she was given Toradol, which finally eased her pain, but made her sick again.

After a restless night, her surgeon arrived around 7am Monday morning and told her he would remove her gall bladder later in the day. At 2:30 pm CDT, my lovely wife delivered a 1 lb, 2 oz... gall bladder. Ms. Lucki Duck is home now, doing fine... the gall bladder, not so good.

I took that sucker out behind the hospital and stomped it flat! L'il Bastard, hurting my wife like that. I don't think so.

Ah yes, Father's Day 2010.

Happy Trails!