Me and my gallbladder

Now that my constant stress about the gre is over and am done thinking about school and tests of that sort, I can move on with life. But another important test is coming up on Monday. And this is more important than scores and numbers on the gre. It's about my health.

I'm doing an ultrasound on Monday to find out why my gallbladder is being so capricious. For the past six months, me and my gallbladder have been on a constant fight, not getting along at all. Every month I get sick, like I've never been sick before and I feel like I'm about to die.

So, for lack of health coverage and personal stubborness, I refused in six months to go see a doctor, hoping that the painful and long attacks would cease at one point.

Well, they didn't.

They actually continued. So, after six months of pure sickness, I decided to force myself into a strict diet. Only whole wheat, very few veggies, like beets, carrots and potatoes. Everything boiled. Nothing raw. No meat, no eggs, no chocolate, no coffee. NO fat whatsoever. It's probably the worst treatment human beings can give to themselves. The worst punishment - not being able to eat the things they like. It's worse than abstinence from sex. It's a deprivation of one of the best pleasures in life. Not that sex is not one of them...but believe me, food reaches another level, I think.

So, Monday is the day. The big day. I will found out what's wrong with my gallbladder and how many stones, if any, I have.

For now, I keep dieting...and unfortunately lose weight that I don't need to lose. But one day, one day, hopefully soon enough, I'll be able again to eat a slice of pizza, a few delicacies that I think I have almost forgotten their taste and experience the bliss that only good food can provide.

For now, I'll leave you with a sad, baked potato I ate last Sunday in Fort Worth. Sigh!