Day 67

I had my follow-up appointment with my family doctor today.  He prescribed me some better pain meds (apparently the pain pills I got from the hospital burn holes in your stomach.  Not good.), and also a lowfat diet, along with the name and number of a GI specialist I need to follow-up with after the new year.

Hopefully my gall bladder can remain in my body for many more years.  We'll have to see.  For now, I just need to watch what I eat.  Which stinks because tonight I made Oreo Truffles.  So effing delicious, but probably horrible on Gally.  I did sneak one or two...maybe three.  But what kind of cook doesn't taste her own food?  Right?

I also cooked sloppy joes for Max and his dad and we all hung out for a small game night.  I was introduced to 3 characters created by Max:  Jim Schwartz, Bruce Windemere, and Bill Decapatado. 

I can't even begin to explain how he came up with these names, or the hilarity that ensued because of them for the next hour or so, but we laughed so hard I nearly busted a gut.  Seriously.

The game we were playing involved flipping over a card with an adjective on it, and then a card with a noun on it, and secretly writing an example of whatever that combination was...trying to match everyone else's answer.  (Example:  "Cheesy" "Musician"  I might write "Michael Bolton"  and hope that someone, or everyone, else does too.)

One of my favorites was "Odd Toy" I put the Barbie that comes with the pooping dog, Max's dad put a Slinky...and Max?  He put: "That Little Hanukkah Top Thing"

Good times.  Definitely good times.