I believe I mentioned last month that I had the stomach bug right before I left for Florida. It got better but the pain never fully went away. I became suspicious that it might be my gallbladder, but there was absolutely no way in hell I was going to let any doctor tell me I couldn't go to Chicago. I just prayed (figuratively speaking) that nothing ruptured, because there was nothing keeping me from seeing My British Comedian! Long story short, I went to the doctor, there was a sonogram, and I have a "surgical consult" on Monday. Don't let it be said I don't know what's important in life!