Actually, since the pain was akin to being kicked in the solar plexus by a donkey, I now feel comparatively great. We arrived in the ER at about 12:30am Friday, and my "hemorrhagic" stone-filled (and, apparently, studded, since some of them were impacted) little organ was out and I was on my way home by early Friday evening. The most pain I had after that was from a muscle in my right shoulder/neck that got pulled while they were operating.
I am quite happy to be free from ever experiencing that exact pain ever again, I can tell you - the pain medication they gave me didn't work, so I was curled up into a miserable little ball for nearly 12 hours. Bob was a champion and stayed by my side the whole time.
