I went to the doctor today. The verdict is in. The gall bladder has to go. So next Tuesday morning I'll go to the hospital and since it's being done laparascopically I'll be home in my recliner that afternoon. It should go ok, except that I hate the thought of pointy, shiny instruments puncturing my body.
I like the nurse who will be assisting, and I told her to keep the doctor on his toes. The anesthesiologist (two big words in one post!) is a friend so I'm in good hands.