because it attacked me last night. actually started in the afternoon after a cup of water. wtf? of course it was probably the lunch at culvers after a weekend of too much food and dessert that is the real culprit, but i've never known drinking water to be the thing to set it off. that's definitely a first for me.

anyway, this mean ole gallbladder of mine -- the one that i've been nice enough to not have cut out mercilessly by a surgeon going on 5 years now after its first sneak-attack on me just a month to the day after ds was born -- decided the holiday weekend was a wonderful time to surprise me and make me miserable all evening, all night long, and even through this morning. despite still tasting my lunch (really it was fine going down but after that i'm done, okay?!) i tried giving it some chamomile tea first but couldn't get more than a sip into me before the nausea told me that just wasn't going to work. so onto a mini-flush like i've been doing for years with olive oil and orange juice. that usually does the trick within a few hours, but not last night. still i could taste lunch, now mingled with the not-quite-orange-juicy-oily taste. big ew. trust me, if it didn't work i would never do that again. but it usually does right my system after a few hours, so i endure it. when it doesn't work, though -- oh boy. them's fighting words!

so needless to say, i am not talking to my gallbladder right now, though i did send a peace offering of a very bland piece of bread a few hours ago to see what it would say. no word yet, sigh. i'm not quite sure it's done with me yet.