Oh boy. I have a dear friend who I saw yesterday. She will have her gallbladder removed soon, and I just hope that is the end of her problems. She told me she felt suicidal. That really gets me, because we go way back and she was a real street lady, tough as nails.
When I was having kidney stones doing their stuff, I worked 11 hours a day, six days a week at an Irish Pub. LOL! I thought EVERYONE had their problems, you know? So I kept quiet. Needless to say, I quit the place as soon as I got out of the hospital. I weighed a decent 210 before and came out a gaunt 145. Well, of cuss things had to change, so I moved away from the city and wound up working at the VA. (I resigned last year, long story.) I was actually having a heart attack while working there but I let them know. Still too quiet I guess. My heart is stronger than a mule on steroids now and I am slowly learning to just SPEAK UP.