Well, today at Noon, I have to go for a consultation with a surgeon about my friggin' Gallbladder, and I'm not too excited about this stuff at all. I'm a bit nervous, but I'm not gonna get all whacked about it............yet. Part of me is anxious to get this all over with, as I'm really scared to have another attack. But another part of me doesn't want to hear the word "surgery", as I haven't had an operation since I was about 5 or so, and had my tonsils removed. I puked. I remember that. I never heard of the Doctor that they referred me to, so I don't even know who I'm seeing today. No matter how I look at this, it bites. I guess I just have to go and see what he has to say.