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As ya'll know from my recent blogs below, I'm now back from surgery to have my gall bladder removed in treatment of a recently diagnosed gall stone.  The procedure went off as expected, with a successful laproscopic removal of the organ.  So now I have a belly full of gas (they inject you with CO2 to inflate you like a balloon - makes it so they can maneauver I guess) and four Band-Aids at various places on my stomach.  What I DON'T have is the gall stone that was plaguing me (I refrained from posting the pic directly - it's

After picking up the title 1408 earlier, the wife, my eldest son, and I finally cracked it open and watched it last night.  For those who aren't aware, I'm a fairly big movie buff, with a sizable DVD collection that I started building some 12 years ago (and now, at last count, approaching 400 titles).  The way I look at it, with the decent home theater I have, it's a hell of a lot cheeper to buy a DVD and watch it at the house than try to get to the theater.  But, that's the topic for another blog...

After picking up the title 1408 earlier, the wife, my eldest son, and I finally cracked it open and watched it last night.  For those who aren't aware, I'm a fairly big movie buff, with a sizable DVD collection that I started building some 12 years ago (and now, at last count, approaching 400 titles).  The way I look at it, with the decent home theater I have, it's a hell of a lot cheeper to buy a DVD and watch it at the house than try to get to the theater.  But, that's the topic for another blog...

Well, come Tuesday afternoon, I'll be ready to be released as a new version of me, sans the 'ol gall bladder.  I saw the surgeon yesterday, and after taking a look at the various reports and films that came from the several emergency room visits, it was a cut-and-dry case to get it removed.  By his description, there's a stone in there that - when I eat, and specifically a semi- to high-fat food - gets squeezed up into the exit duct as the gall bladder tries to expel the stored bile into the small intestine.  That causes pain, which causes the need for much IV pain killers.

Well, come Tuesday afternoon, I'll be ready to be released as a new version of me, sans the 'ol gall bladder.  I saw the surgeon yesterday, and after taking a look at the various reports and films that came from the several emergency room visits, it was a cut-and-dry case to get it removed.  By his description, there's a stone in there that - when I eat, and specifically a semi- to high-fat food - gets squeezed up into the exit duct as the gall bladder tries to expel the stored bile into the small intestine.  That causes pain, which causes the need for much IV pain killers.

You'd think with the Yankees making the post-season and a gorgeous weekend weather wise would make for a great two days off from work.  Well, normally that'd be the case, if there wasn't a trip to the emergency room mixed in to the equation. 

You'd think with the Yankees making the post-season and a gorgeous weekend weather wise would make for a great two days off from work.  Well, normally that'd be the case, if there wasn't a trip to the emergency room mixed in to the equation. 

If Bud Abbott and Lou Costello were alive today, their infamous sketch, 'Who's on First?' might have turned out something like this:
 
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
 
COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.
 
ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.
 
ABBOTT: Your computer?
 
COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
 
ABBOTT: Mac?
 
COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.
 

If Bud Abbott and Lou Costello were alive today, their infamous sketch, 'Who's on First?' might have turned out something like this:
 
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
 
COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.
 
ABBOTT: Mac?

COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.
 
ABBOTT: Your computer?
 
COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
 
ABBOTT: Mac?
 
COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.