We had to leave immediately. The pain was crushing; blinding. I screamed out for help from the bedroom, the urgency in my voice echoing off of the walls, begging for relief. The walk to the car a blur, we drove through red lights, around slower vehicles, and ignored speed limits. The throbbing stabs ripped through…
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This week I’ve got several guest bloggers coming by to share stories with you while I’m having my gal bladder removed. I’m a little nervous, even sad. We were close. We did everything together. I have a high pain tolerance and am prepared to be uncomfortable, bed ridden, and punctured. I’m not concerned about the…
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