Gall Bladder Blues

The results are in ... Michael's gall bladder is full of stones and has to be removed.

He's been feeling the twinges lately, nursing this thing for the past 15 years. But lately, he's been uncomfortable. Yesterday, an ultrasound told the true tale.

But do you think the doctor would call him back and refer him to a surgeon? I know doctors are busy, I've worked for them all my life. But to not call back a patient that's in discomfort when he waits by the phone all day? How about a quick call from a nurse or even a receptionist who might be kind enough to say "... sorry the doctor hasn't been able to call you yet, he's busy with patients, but we'll make sure he calls before he goes home." You think they would be kind enough to do that?

Not a chance.

Woe be unto this poor doctor's office in Jamestown. My husband, after waiting a day and half for a phone call, drove over and has parked his butt in their waiting room. "If they won't call, I'll show up in person ... eventually, they'll have to talk to me."

All we need is a referral to a surgeon, and a quick consultation. Not more than five minutes of a doctor's time. Gall bladder pains are nothing to mess with inside the body of an angry patient.

So, today we're singing the blues. The gall bladder blues.

It's not a pretty song.

Especially on Valentines Day. Which, in my opinion is hugely overrated. If you want a great idea for Valentines Day and all the holidays, go to Dena's blog. She and Blair have found the true secret to getting over this kind of commercialism. I love it. (Go to the Feb. 13th post.)
www.blogsbydenaharris.squarespace.com.

Blessings to you and yours.