my gall stone
I forgot to tell y’all about my gall stone. I found out all the details when we did the sonogram.
Because I believe in doing things well, my gall stone is very impressive. The sonogram technicians gasped in awe when they beheld its grandeur.
If my gall bladder were a hard-boiled egg, the gall stone within it would be the yolk of that egg. Very, very sexy.
We’re talking twenty millimeters of gall stone goodness. Baby. Is gallstone one word or two?
I decided not to have it removed. The professionals believe it’s been growing within me since my first pregnancy — for eleven years now. I just don’t feel right about getting rid of it. Somehow, I just don’t feel justified in spending the $2,500 deductible.
I’m going to wait seven more years, then have it carefully extracted, then give it to my oldest son for his 18th birthday.
