I went home on Saturday morning quite pleased as Australia had convincingly defeated Palestine in the Asian Cup. I went to bed thinking that was that. I awoke at around 12.30 thinking I must be suffering from indigestion or heartburn. When Mylanta did not do a thing I knew something else was occurring so it was off to Ryde Hospital in thee wee hours of the morning.
Finally i was told I had not one but three gallstones that had to come out at some time.
So I am now trying to find a specialist who can do this.
The worst thing about getting old is going to hospital.
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