Picture this:

It's a nice Saturday in Atlanta.  You have visions of mowing the yard for an hour or so, then fixing some lunch so you can watch the Florida/LSU game.  Then next thing you know... BAM!  you get hit like a freight train by pain!  I mean, pain... not I stubbed my toe kinda stuff, but “I think I need to go to the hospital” kinda pain... That was me this weekend.

Turns out I had gall bladder stones, and one of them decided to dislodge itself bladder and attempt to work its way down to my stomach (which it can't do by the way).  Let me tell you something; that sh*t hurt...

I checked myself into the hospital Saturday night, and they removed the gall bladder on Sunday.  I've been home recuperating all week (translation: eating percocet like candy), and I'm finally starting to feel human.

Today will be my last day at home, so I'll be off to work tomorrow for 1 day... Then it's vacation time.  This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my week prior to vacation, but I'm glad this happened while I was at home rather than in the backwoods of Big Sur.