On January 12th, I underwent the knife- or at least the scope. Now I am without gall in this present world. Supposedly, this was the sole solution to end my on-again, off-again adventures in abdominal pain. “Poof” the doc led me to believe, “the suffering will disappear.”
At first he was right. I even preached three days after the “procedure.”
But disappeared, not quite so. My adventures have continued. I lunched one day and then felt like I had been kicked in the gut! Where is the refund line?
Right now, the rumblings have receded somewhat. The recovery process continues. I still do not fully trust food. And, I wouldn’t trust me if I were you. My abdominal adventures find a way to express themselves. 🙂
I have lost some weight however. I guess that is a good thing. I would not recommend the diet though.
Bottom line- unless you absolutely have to- hang on to that gallbladder God gave you. It is there for a purpose.