So Long, Gallbladder

This semester has been going well. Everything has been looking up, I'm like a little grown up with my very own apartment, and school hasn't been too ridiculous....yet. But, the only thing holding me down was the gallbladder. I kept having little attacks, so I finally went and had it cut out. After a few days of nervousness, it was time. But not before a pre-surgery party for myself out on Mill Ave, of course. Several of my friends and I went to one of our favorite bars to do some singing, some dancing, and a whole lot of drinking a few night before surgery to celebrate. Then, the morning of surgery I went to the hospital, got into one of the sexy little gowns they give you with a hair net and bootie socks, and waited. Everything went much more easily and smoothly than I had planned or even hoped for. The IV didn't hurt, the anastesiologist was hilarious, and I didn't even throw up. Besides the separation anxiety I find myself feeling from time to time, I'm feeling wonderful. I'm sorry, gallbladder, but you had to go.