Goodbye, My Friend...

In less than five hours, I will be saying goodbye forever to a friend that has been with me through thick and thin. It's hard to imagine any friend being closer to me. I feel like I've carried this friend within for the longest time.

Technically, I have, since it's my gall bladder to which I'll be bidding a fond farewell. It's been a great gall bladder. For all these years, it's collected and stored my bile for me. At the appropriate times, it has released the bile into my small intestine, aiding my duodenum in processing my digestion of fats. I suspect that next time I eat bacon, I might really miss my gall bladder. I mean, it's not like any of YOU would collect and store my bile, let alone release it appropriately. None of YOU love me that much.

I'm going to ask my surgeon if I can have my gall stones. I consider them small treasures, formed by my gall bladder as a permanent gift for me. I'd like to make a necklace from them, so I can forever remember my gall bladder.

So, goodbye my friend. You've been great, until recently, when you started to suck. You made me hate you. You must die.