You have never had Gall Stones!
Originally Posted by WTF
::WINCE::
Now that is pain. Been there, done that, and they gave you a tiny little hospital gown instead of a frackin' t-shirt.
The other souvenir I have is that the front of me looks like the back of the Pale Rider. I have a circle of puckered scars from all the incisions they made cleaning up the gall stones that drifted when the bladder ruptured--on a holiday weekend where I moaned and twisted in a hospital bed for 48 hours waiting for a surgeon.