Friday. And so this started as an try for Wednesday until I got back from lunch around two and the stomach started hurting. Really hurting. Really really hurting. Naturally I put off going to the emergency room (being taken to the emergency room by a friend) until seven and was diagnosed with a gall bladder stone stuck in the tube leading to the pancreas. I've head stories about such things, that they hurt. They hurt.

Morphine and a hospital room by two Thursday morning after a sonogram, surgery to remove the gall bladder that Thursday afternoon at two, home finally this early afternoon also around two. And so we'll sit and sleep and sit until the aches and pains go away. I'm suspecting it will take through the weekend, home no more than the weekend. At least we're home, feel better, but not quite there.