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I had my gall bladder out a couple of years ago. I had no idea I even had a gallstone until it became-- as the doctors say-- "hot." It hurt worse than being hit in the nads every few minutes. I nearly passed out and nearly threw up at least a half a dozen times during the four plus hours they made me wait in the ER waiting room before diagnosing me, admitting me, and giving me blessed, blessed morphine. It hurt so bad, I really have no words. The doctors said the gallstone was bigger than a golf ball, and the gall bladder was in danger of rupturing.
My mom had hers out some years before, and she told me, when visiting me in the hospital while I recovered, that she thought the gall bladder was way more painful than giving birth to me.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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