Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
Today was going to be the start of my new job assignment in relation to training.
That is until last night when I had some serious pain that I could not manage. I tried motrin, gas medicine and hot packs to no avail and went to the emergency room.
Instead of a pain killer, I got lots of questions on why I felt the way I did and got to whimper it out from 1 AM to 3:45 AM on a metal chair.
I almost gave up and suffered at home. Finally, I got a room and some medicine.
I will look at writing a schedule out and planning pain more effectively in the future.
For those of you that know me, you are aware that I do not use painkillers unless it hurts something awful. I wish they would have helped me out sooner as I did not see packed rooms and the emergency room vibe was relaxed.
So, what was it?
It was Gall, an unknown nemesis that did me in.
No. Not Gall of the the Hunkpapa Lakota or descendants from the Battle of Little Bighorn,
But my gall bladder. In about 4 hours of the writing of this, I will have it removed.
There are two ways to remove it. The hard way and the easy way.
We will soon see. I guess the new job will be put on hold.
Meanwhile, the Twelve Year Veteran of life drew me a quick get well card and affixed a fortune cookie paper to it.
Who raised this kid?