Gah. (Gall?)

So. Looks like May will be another eventful month for us. After a couple weeks of increasingly severe pain after eating (including one doctor's appointment that he canceled the day of because OF COURSE he started feeling better that day, only to feel much worse again two days later), Torsten ended up in the ER on Monday night with agonizing abdominal pain after a small meal (scrambled eggs, if you're curious). Five hours later and he left with a diagnosis of gallstones, a prescription for pain meds, and a mandate to meet with a surgeon the next day.

We met with the surgeon on Tuesday and he confirmed the diagnosis and said the gallbladder has to come out. Surgery is scheduled for this afternoon. It is a very routine procedure that will be done laparoscopically and should take less than an hour, but it involves general anesthesia and Torsten is being his typical anxious self. He's already informed me that if he dies, I should use part of his life insurance to buy a Porsche (his dream car). I informed him that it didn't seem too practical to spend a large chunk of his life insurance on a car I neither need or want when I'm facing the prospect of single motherhood on a single income. For some reason he wasn't impressed with that response.

Anyway, the surgery is routine and it will all be fine, and from what we hear he will feel a whole lot better as soon as the gallbladder is out (though he actually feels fine currently, as long as he doesn't consume a gram of fat, so he's subsisting on bread, fruit, and nonfat yogurt at the moment). Even he knows that this is really not that big a deal. But still, good thoughts would be appreciated!