Bruce has been having fun (NOT) with gallstones the last couple months. He had a pretty bad attack last Sunday night (courtesy of Ronald MacDonald) which sent us driving around Portland and battling the wonderful managed care Kaiser system to get an urgent ultrasound on Monday. Unlike the last few attacks, the pain didn't go away and continued the remainder of the week. On Thursday night as I climbed into bed, Bruce asked me "How do I look?". You look good, I honestly replied. "Yeah, that's what I thought too. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought 'Damn, I look good'. Then I thought 'Wait! Why do I look good? I should be pale and pasty!' I leaned into the mirror and looked at my eyes:'I'm not tan, I'm jaundiced!'"
BTW, Bruce went into the hospital Friday, had the gall bladder and some stones removed Saturday, came home today (Sunday) and is cleared to go back to work tomorrow.
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Dear Bruce...
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