The Meatball Coincidence

Loyal visitors may remember the disturbing yet poignant pictures of gallstones (see early March 06). It was a running joke that my gallstones may resemble swedish meatballs. Any time I saw the swedish staple, it was a gentle reminder of the little buggers that would soon be out of my system.

...Well, the breakup didn't go so well. The g-man did not want to say goodbye without a fight, and so it had to be cut out. With a chainsaw. So my first bite of solid food given to me in the hospital?

Swedish meatballs.

Oh, the coincidence!

So long, g-man,

Galli