I had my gall bladder removed yesterday. I am very sore and tired. The Doc found a stone the size of a marble in there that didn't show up on the ultrasound. I felt like I couldn't breathe and it hurt bad when I woke up. I think I was kind of hysterical - the nurse used the word "anxious". I can't remember, except that I felt wierd and scared. Dave is such a good husband and he took care of me all night. I don't think either of us slept more than a few hours. He is a great daddy and helped the kids all day and all night, too. I think we are going to survive.