I know I said I wouldn’t post, but . . .

"My gallbladder dislikes all food. I am so ready to divorce it. And unlike with most exes, I know it will be incinerated when I'm done with it. The happy thought that keeps me going.

At least it hasn't reawakened the kracken."

-- from a text convo with Bestie

My gallbladder truly is the most obnoxious neighbor ever. It's no wonder my pancreas got all cross and annoyed. I'm f^cking annoyed.

I've spent the last two days trying to find what my gallbladder will allow me to eat and what position will keep it happy. And the answer to both is: none. There are no okay foods. There is no okay position.

It's Saturday. Pre-surgery appointment is first thing Monday. Then just a short ten days later I evict this irksome whiner.

And then my pancreas and I will be free. And we can eat. And life will be just grand.

Seriously, think a positive thought or two for me.

Oh, and because all of my attention has been focused on my gut I've dropped the ball in other areas. Like when I called the surgery scheduler and I was fine and it was cool until my voice went all wobbly for about half of the voicemail I left.

And my stress rash is, well, it's kind of in a pre-rash mode. There's an occasional itch but constant bugs-under-the-skin creepiness.

But what really got my attention was Torii. She wasn't right on me for a bit yesterday morning. I realized I hadn't seen her for maybe half an hour. Which is like centuries at this point she's that clingy. I called her. No response. So my first thought was she died.

My. First. Thought.

So taking my drop of cbd and listening to my guided meditation for anxiety (with ocean sounds) every night.

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