I got down to Nashville by 10:00 p.m. local time and checked into my room. Then I went looking for a snack. Ate too much, yeah, I know.
But then, I woke up about 2:30 a.m. in pain. Wretched pain that didn't go away. It kept me up for hours. Pretty obvious it's my gall bladder. Finally, I decided that if it didn't get better by noon, I would have to either go home or go to the hospital.
Well, I got up at 5:30 and took a shower, shaved, brushed my teeth, as if I were getting ready for the day. It relaxed me enough that I could lie down and get a few hours of sleep. I got up at 8:30, and my middle didn't hurt.
I still know the dragon is there, and if I irritate it, it's going to attack. But at least I'm functional (for now). So I'm hoping to baby myself along and get back in good order, where I can go to my own doctor for this.
One more thing on top of everything else. Isn't that the way things go?