I admit to indulging every gross thought I have on this but it must be understood that I am not like this in "everyday life". This is my purge. That said......my phantom gall bladder has come back to haunt me. Last night at 2:30 am, POW! I sat up and had the EXACT same pain as my gall stone episode. But I don't have a gall bladder anymore. Is it like the ghost of Christmas past, warning me of the cheeses I should avoid and what my life would be like as a pate and triple creme Brie lover? Beats me. All I ate yesterday was cereal-Kashi if you must know, and later I had some hummus with RyKrisp. Seriously, must I become a Breatharian?
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The whole Breatharian thing was a big joke for us in college, as a friend of mine interviewed a local who claimed membership and SWEARS he stole a breath mint on he way out of the restaurant. Plus, I like food.
Daily Breast Cancer rant:
Attended my Breast Cancer Task Force meeting where a chart was shown that stated the Susan G Komen For The Cure gives a whopping 5% of their annual take to actual research. So for all those women who think that the completely dork-ass pink ribbon is going to change anything.......think again. I find it offensive and almost criminal that they portray themselves as trying to find a Cure.
Perhaps they are responsible for the elevation of bile that is causing my attacks..........
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Maybe it's like when people have something amputated and can still feel it- you have a phantom gall bladder.
My cat had phantom testicles, 15 years after he was snipped, he still was interested in female cats.
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