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Rather than shooting from the hip

I apologize straight way. Sorry for the mess; the goo from my brain. It is there and it must come out. So, not firing from the proverbial hip, I will be sharing from the heart, deceitfully wicked as it is.

Today I find myself recovering from gall bladder surgery. What a pain! Eating has never been a real problem for me, but the doctor says it has been all along. The “healthy” American diet of food without end of quantity or quality has caught up to my body and slain my gall bladder. The pun assaults me, but I cannot bring myself to release it (gall darn it!).

In preparing for my surgery, the doctor told me to eat nothing for 24 hours prior to the event and only clear liquids until midnight the night before. I was amazed that I wasn’t craving food that whole day. I wasn’t hungry in the least and that thought kept coming to mind all day. “I’m not hungry. I mean, I’m not hungry!” I should have been by all American red-blooded standards. I should have been wiping drool off of my face at the sight of every street corner fast foodie. I should have been moaning to all my friends how miserable I was, but I wasn’t.

I will have to think about that one a little while longer. Perhaps I duped my mind into submission or maybe I just didn’t need the super-triple-combo-sizer-meal. Maybe I got a glimpse of what I have become. Maybe I got a new view of the blub-boy. Maybe I got a picture of the waste (I couldn’t help it) of it all. Fluffy duck! That’s what it is.

Anyway, I am recovering. Four small holes are all the doctor left. They are healing nicely. My only wonder is if I will be able to heal the greater disease of eating my way to death. Fluffy duck!

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