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Mom called the other morning… She made idle chit chat for five minutes before mentioning matter-of-fact that she was in the hospital. The woman’s always had a flair for dramatic impact.

Apparently an especially greasy muffaletta at Growlers Pub was the straw the broke the camels back and made her pass a gallstone.

She’ll be alright – but apparently the attack’s pain resembled child birth. They went in and had to unblock a bile duct and got the 411 on the stone.

It’s the size of a golf ball… They need to yank the gall bladder – which they’ll do next week.

I’ve been up visiting for the past two days. Brought her a mess of roses and smuggled her in a Hershey’s bar with almonds. (her favorite).

She should be released today. Good… I loathe hospitals, despite the cute, remotely cruisey, bearded jewish resident with the kippot.

Am I blogging?