Petunia & Dre by Allison Garwood for August 29, 2023

I’ve had gallbladder surgery – not sure why a doctor/nurse would be terrified it was needed? It’s pretty standard – maybe because they’re not set up for that at Urgent Care? Anyway, sure hope this was a one-off and that you’re all better!

I remember the pain. I don’t believe I threw up, though. I had surgery soon after being admitted.

I would have guessed appendicitis but whatever it was, an ambulance ride to the hospital was essential. Glad you’re better but be careful please, we need you here.

That sounds so awful! Glad you are better.

You paint quite a picture. I’m impressed that you’re able to draw in such a weakened state. Take care.

Funny stuff! Also, I feel your pain.

Oh, Big Al, I’m awful sorry. That sounds totally sucky. I’m glad you’re all right and that you’re all right enough to draw. And be funny in spite of it all.

Hope you’re okay now. Sounds like quite an ordeal.

Wait, they thought it was a stomach infection and then realized you needed gall bladder surgery? or vice versa? Either way, I wish you a prompt and full recovery. p.s. it seems to me you got a little bonus fright from the Poltergeist.

What a rotten day. I’m glad you’ll recover, hopefully soon (praying hands) XOXO

Glad you are ok. See you in a week. Be cautious of what you eat, but they probably told you all that stuff.

Oh my – this sounds like a horrifying experience. Hope you’re feeling better!

It’s the Nietzsche diet. Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me thinner. Glad you survived.

Sounds like you had your own little horror movie! Glad you’re feeling better.

Hope you feel better.

Allison, I am so sorry!! (Those emesis bags are too narrow I’d think? Never barfed into one, but gave out many when I worked in ER. JUST IN CASE.) I hope you continue to feel better – stomach stuff is just absolute misery.

My brother-in law told me a story about my wife, Judy, when she was a teen. She fell out of a tree she’d been climbing. Her dad took her to the ER because she was nauseous and her vision was blurry. She repeated her symptoms to the resident doc. He got as far as, “I don’t think it’s a concuss-” when she projectile barfed and coated him from his waist to his Gucci loafers. Settled that diagnosis.

Oh no! Hope you feel better now! Let’s just say I can relate to this story

When she’s in so much pain she can’t spell “September”, then I really know to worry!