I would like to bid a warm family welcome to the gall stone I passed on Saturday night. I have decided to call him Stonechild. Not a very interesting name, I admit, but I was a little high on Demerol when I came up with it.
My only wish is that none of you ever have the pleasure.
Updated to add: When under the influence of narcotics, I did not recall that Little Stonechild would share his name with an infamous local personality. It is for that reason that I am officially changing his name to Mick.
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sorry to hear you have had to deal with such a painful experience, I have heard people liken it to childbirth! Hope you have a speedy recovery.
Sorry to hear about your pain...but this story did make me laugh!
I hope you are okay? No long tem issues?
When my son was four months old, I had to have gallbladder surgery 'cause the "kids" just kept on comin'! That pain is so horrible, and it would always happen on a night when my son was finally sleeping well.
So sorry you have to deal with this on top of everything else, and hope you are OK!
Oh Delphi! I'm so sorry!!! I hope Stonechild is cute. He owes you that at least...
Oh, D....yikes.
Hee hee hee to your story, but i am so sorry for the pain! OUCH...
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