I had a twitter friend who was tweeting today about getting her gallbladder removed tomorrow morning. It is about three years ago, I had a minor surgery to get my gallbladder removed.
And I remember this conversation with another friend who was telling me how a gallbladder looked like.
“Did you ever see what it looks like?”
“Uhhh no… did you?”
“Yes, I googled it and oh my god. it’s ugly. it even have teeth and –”
“STOP! Don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know!” because I truly have a weak stomach.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what she was trying to tell me. I find myself trying to google it up and check the images that night — but I shut down the browser right away as soon the images were uploaded. Best not to know, right? But at the same time, you can’t help it being curious. Now what to do?
I decided to draw my gallbladder. I even gave it a name.
Well, my twitter friend, I hope your gallbladder was cute as mine. Maybe it’d help if you gave it a name. Good luck with your surgery tomorrow morning. You’ll be fine in no time. And you can eat anything you want after that, I think.
Did drawing Gale helped? Yes. Do I miss him? No.
Then came along Bestie.
My Bestie the Benign. That’s when the another story of my life began. I’ll blog about Bestie another time.