Friday, February 13, 2009

Stones ...

Stones ... they come in all different shapes and sizes and can be both tangible and intangible. Stones ... as in naturally occurring pieces of minerals or an individual piece of rock.
Stones ... as in those found in rivers and streams, worn smooth by water.
Stones ... as in Stone Mountain (hey, I live in Georgia ... what do you expect?)
Stones ... as in "people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw them."
Stones ... as in Rolling - aw, common, you knew it was coming. There must be a Mick Jagger fan out there somewhere ...

Yes, I know I wasn't even born when this video was recorded, but I "you-tubed" a more recent version of a concert in Rio, and well, it just wasn't the same.

Stones ... as in an obstruction - like a stone wall or stones blocking your path. Feel free to get metaphysical here. Thoughts and sentiments always welcome.

Which leads me to ...

Stones ... as in gallstones ... which apparently, I have.

Although thrilled to have a diagnosis, I wait anxiously for the bills for said diagnosis to arrive - one just never knows EXACTLY what insurance will cover. And, lucky for me, it's not over yet. Fortunately, the gallbladder itself seems to be fine as are the surrounding organs. So, yay. And, as a bonus, those pesky little buggers aren't obstructing anything at the moment. Another yay. I've been referred to another doctor who actually "knows" about these types of things, as opposed to my GYN who ordered the ultrasound in the first place, which I still think is funny. A few more weeks, and time enough for the first round of bills to come in, and we'll see what the new doc has to say. I'm hoping for a non-surgical option. You know, a lovely cleanse or something, as opposed to having the organ ripped from my body. Although, I've been told by many friends that all the cool people don't have gallbladders and they don't miss them. But it begs the question, what happens when it's function isn't performed? So naturally, I googled
gallbladder. Apparently, it's a non-vital organ. But then why do we have it? Ahhhh, so many questions. No doubt the new doctor will adore me.

I've also been googling gallbladder cleanses ... depending on the doctor's methodology (he happens to be a surgeon), I'm guessing this is going to go over "big", too. But hey, it's my gallbladder and my stones (oh, and my annoying pain - that currently is barely existant because I haven't been able to eat anything since I'm dealing with some type of fun respiratory malady - congestion, coughing). But, the neti pot seems to be doing the trick on that one.

Back to the Stones ...

So, when I was thinking of this post, I thought of some fun titles like, "I have a stoned gallbladder" or "Gall-stone henge, the mystic monoliths" or "My gallbladder is stoned, but I promise officer, I had nothing to do with it".

But, for some reason, I just couldn't get this song out of my head ...

... and after watching the video of it, it seemed oddly appropriate. Must be all that salt I'm snorting.

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Barb said...

Hahaa.. it took me until the end to see why you commented like you did! Oh yessss... I remember that post so well!!! Thankfully, the nightmares have stopped. :P

I had my gallbladder out back in the Dark Ages. Good luck and good health to you! :)

Anonymous said...

All the cool people don't have gallbladders?????

Jeez, I am never gonna be cool. Me and my stupid gallbladder.