Feelin' the Love

Doctor appts on three out of five days this week and I start next week with someone looking at my gall bladder. Now I don't know what it takes to get you into the spirit of the season but thinking about a gall bladder gets me festively erect. I only wish now that I had read that article "About Joe's Bladder" in "Reader's Digest" but now, alas, it's too late.

I figure there are two options at this juncture. The first is that my gall bladder is just fine but I hear people get them cut out for some reason. So the second option is someone will want to remove it and my response will be that I don't know my gall bladder very well but I would prefer to keep it.

Please don't go off doing Web searches for gall bladders. I'm not interested enough to do it and you'll just make yourself crazy trying to convince me that a bus driver in Wichita has something credible to say about gall bladders. I don't even know if there's anything wrong with it. They just want to look at it. Some people like looking at gall bladders. I don't know why.

Minor political note: This last election was such a bore but the real prize fight comes up with President Caroline. Seeing her going heads-up against Palin would be standing room only. My bet is that Palin would be smart enough to know there's no point in even showing up.