Apparently I have gall stones. I had a test last week for this. Then on Saturday afternoon (when no self-respecting doctor is in his office) I got a letter referring me to a surgeon. Well, I still have 2 more tests to go and no one had called me to tell me anything and I went nuts. I worried myself to death. Is it cancer? I saw something on one of the pictures that was in an area that I thought was my kidney and it recorded a and b as being 6.59 cm and 2.91 cm respectively. Do you know what a worry-wart's mind can do with that? Then I get the referral!
I called first one doctor and then the other this morning. Finally I learned I have gall stones. Rob say surgery is a must. I don't want surgery of any kind. I had enough when I was young. Gimme a break already! I made the appointment, but am not happy about going. Give me some encouragement, guys! Tell me that these things will go away and nobody has to alter my body - too fat, by the way - in any way.
I want to go work on my new house. In fact, I'm going over now to take pictures of them doing the demolition before the re-do. I'll post some later.
Well, God must have a purpose for all of this. Who am I to question?