So now we’re back to thinking it’s the gall bladder. Tomorrow brings a new test, one where they inject me with something radioactive and turn me into a glow-in-the-dark superhero, capable of leaping over gurneys in a single bound, just so they can get a better peek at it…and so they can make it do tricks, which could very well hurt like hell. Presuming they can get an IV in to do all this…
I am so looking forward to it.
So. Tonight I’m suppose to eat a fatty meal to get the bladder to dump any stored bile. That means FRENCH FRIES. I might pay for it later, I might wind up howling in pain tonight, but dammit, I get FRIES!
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