Out Damn Gallbladder!

I've never been so mad at any part of my body before.  I mean, yeah there are plenty of times when I'm not particularly fond of my thighs, but they're still invited to dinner and all.  But, last night or early this morning, on my second trip to the ER I reached for my phone so I could log on to FB and become a fan of "If I could reach my gallbladder I'd punch it in the face."  Eight more days and it'll be lying helpless in a specimen pan begging me to let it live while I laugh a vengeful morphine induced laugh and eerily whisper, "that's what you get for pissing me off!"