Operation Gall Stone: Bloodless, Biley coup

The real fun began on the day of my surgery. Morning arrived, and off we went to the hospital, me behaving like a brave warrior on the outside and a hungry squirrel on the inside. After completing endless forms and getting my vitals checked, donning the Blue tunic and pajamas, I landed in the pre-operative waiting area — the limbo between normal life and the mysterious world of the OT. Bracing up for another adventure.

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