This sucks.

I'm falling apart. Not even thirty, and I feel old. Latest on the list of ailments that have plagued me over the last few months: gallbladder issues. Trust me, gallbladder attacks are just as much fun as you've heard. It pretty much feels like if you could die from abdominal pain, then you would be doing just that. But since abdominal pain alone can't really cause you to expire, you just writhe around on the bed or floor wishing that it could. Or in the case of my last attack, you may find yourself jumping up and down frantically and pacing/running around the house as if you could somehow get away from it if you were quick enough. Sounds like a riot, huh?

And as bad as having the attack is, there is an aspect to trying to avoid an attack that is nearly as bad- eating low fat. EEK! My god, why do people put themselves through such torture voluntarily? Let me start by saying that I truly believe that eating a low fat diet is unhealthy. I'm hoping that I won't have to continue eating this way for long because, frankly, I'm STARVING! I don't feel full after eating tons of steamed vegetables- unless they have butter on them. A couple of bowls of borscht don't seem to cut it, either. But it probably would if I could add the ground pork to it, instead of making an unsatisfying low fat version! I just want a burger, dammit! I don't want a TURKEY burger! What is the point in that? I might as well have a sawdust burger! Why does the universe hate me? Please, please, please, great spirit, god, goddess, or anyone else who might be listening- come deliver me from this hell on earth!!! And bring some butter cream frosting.