Yes, I’m going to need surgery. It appears I’ll need it as a matter of some urgency too, if the panicky phone calls from the Doctor’s surgery in the last hour are any indicator. You see, the doctor I saw this evening didn’t know about my gallstone incident. Knowing this, they want it out NOW, because they’re concerned that what happened with the last one blocked my liver, and if that failed, nope, not going there.
I’ll be seeing a consultant early next week.
What this does to everything else? We’ll work it out, but not today.