Dear Gallbladder Girl (let’s call you GBG for short):
It was lovely to see you in the cafeteria this morning, just after you were discharged from the ER. (Sometimes surviving night shift just means staying awake long enough to hit the cafeteria at 0600 for a diet coke and blueberry muffin.)
Glad to see that the instructions about avoiding fatty and spicy foods really sunk in. Enjoy those biscuits and gravy!
